The Return

A charlatan returns despite his earlier defeat. After two years gone, he claims he owns a seat But there is no throne for the jester who bears His recycled words without sparks or flares A costume he wears, but many of us can see he's a mean little boy who always turns beastly He talks of being nicer, but his words aren’t divine He's still a bully who flees. He doesn't have a spine He called on one he wronged to ignite an old flame But that man will not return, and he is to blame Scripture from his mouth is spewed from a bad seed His ego's hungry for attention. On innocence he'll feed Nasty comments he'll make and then he will delete He's no sugar daddy cuz nothing about him is sweet He'll fool some, but not those who know the score When he preaches from his pulpit, he's a total bore He owes apologies to many who dealt with his spite Poets, be forewarned that he is not a white knight Sarcasm is his game, and that deserves no respect Grow up, boy! You always alienate and disaffect Disaffect = to cause hostility where there had been none