Amnesia!  Amnesia! Last bastion of the liar,

Embroidered with the sincere stare

They hide their guilt with flair.


“These things that are spoken, I cannot recall”,

Hoping no one lurks in ambush to remind;

Amnesia is the armour of their kind.


A paragon of virtue presented to the world,

On a network to high office in their life;

Concealed to wield, the wetted verbal knife.


The Narcissistic bully plots a scheming way;

In deceit they use every social skill;

Position and all goals to fulfil.


There are those who’ll sing their praises,

Having fallen for their charm;

A veil o’er their posturing and harm.


Monty Alexander 7.2.07

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