Shallow Man

Shallow Man I am for want of a better explanation A stupid and inconsiderate man For all my confessions I profess to love I am selfish Thoughtless I hide behind eloquence Poetry I write deceives my heart But the mirror shows me up to well In my aged pretence I am not good enough Nor do I deserve my love For it is something I will tie to a whipping post And beat soundless The lash of my ego With its cat of nine tails Will always seek to land on its feet I am a converted hypocrisy A full fledging bastard of a man I do not have the strength to defend Myself Split hair of contrivance I am Unappreciative of love I am A lost rejection of bondage A poor excuse in verbal testaments Undeserving in my fatuous complicity To the tears I shed for myself Heart broken is a mere façade Nothing, save the convert to self-ridicule Will echo the puerile essence I have Hate me then as the shallow man It is nothing other than I deserve I lay myself out for the spit