Suspect disrespect when you expect a mere mortal
To subject his satisfaction in action without distraction
To multiply and ratify your happiness and blissfulness in total
Because such a mortal mingles morsels of attention and affection
With tiny tidbits of sweat sweetened
On the surface to efface and deface
Your rose and its cause frightened
By his ego and his superego which on the face
Of appearances dance and glance inwards
To amplify, modify, mollify and satisfy selfish
Sentiments and condiments conveyed towards
The mortal's merciless moments that are bullish
Self centred, self satisfied, self congratulatory
In thought, in plan and in action
Directed to grant gory glory
To the mortal's self adulation with pompous predilection.
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