Sociopath Poems

A Pound of Flesh

What is it that you need from me? -
  I pray that you do tell.
For everything I've offered -
  hasn't gone over too well.
Patience as you grow? -
  As you learn from your mistakes?
No, that cannot be it -
  because you've never really changed.
Could it be understanding? -
  For me

a string of haiku

DREAMS DEFERRED 
dandelion dreams
dancing doting dogwood tree
deforestation 

THE QUIET ONES 
dark heart’s art tar scars
black blood beating beckoning
sociopath scream

BUTTERFLY BRUNCH 
black blue butterfly 
breathless beauty blessed beware
bird beak bite bloody

To Die For

Jigsaw puzzle smile
Ebony eyes long black stare
Sociopath laughs

False Friend

False Friend.

Your bull smeared on crystal glass
Comes out of your mouth, out of your ass
Your high society, hold your pinky high
You found the gutter, reaching for the sky

Condescending, patronising, business failure
Buy a jacket from a top-hole tailor.
You can’t buy class it’s all pretence.
Doing things that are complete nonsense.

Making plans, planned never to keep.
Used to control,

Reruns

bright orange explosion waking the mind
brings one back to a more dangerous time
haunted gaunt face of starving, frightened child
the chilling results of egos gone wild

thick black smoke of a village on fire
outcomes from authoritarian ire
now chaos surrounds with nowhere to run
but a sociopath's version of fun

decay and mayhem is all that there be
not with eyes

Self Serving Destructive Sociopath

a sociopath
selfserving and destructive
egotistical

God gargantuan
favorite of mine has been
at end say Amen

snow fell on shoulder
could cause him to be colder
when he was older

reminds me of them
handsome looking very trim
happy never grim

Brown Girl Dreaming
Jacqueline Woodson,
Poet

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heard testimony
have to pay alimony
bunch of bologna

Serenade Bouts Alogia

Morning stand-up in front of you
As beliefs contrary to reality
Somehow almost manic of sociopath

Daily scrum of people chaotic
Poverty of fair speech
Wax and wane, almost wine

Grandiose and bouts agitation
No freedom and praeCOX
Peculiar country
Dyskinesia Republic

Spooky Halloween Creeps

Pedophiles leap it’s Halloween
What is creepier than that?
They seize any opportunity
To hide up under a mask

Or they stand with candy in hand
Pretending to offer free treat
Your little ones in demand
For perverted eyes to feast

Should you go to the haunted house
Not knowing who will be there
Any spooky character who jumps out
One should really beware

Hard to not

So Too

Wealthy anthro-supremacists
do not grow healthy 
Earth climaxing climates

So too,
Earth's optimal health cultures
currently predict
massive
unmediated
anthro-mortality

So too,
to a monoculturing sociopath,
whether person
or corporation
or national federation,
intent on coldly acquiescing to ecocide,

What remains of proper poetic
and dignified distinctions noetic
between civilization
and civil war?

What remains of integrity's
healing bicameral balance,
educated
informed
reformed
restored
to distinguish between 
domestic health empowerment
and global corroding nationalistic wealth 
through sacrificial violence?

Sociopath Warning

What he says to you will not seem quite right.
He will insist that you turn out your light.
If you do it, you are truly not bright.

Better dream yourself away in a kite,
Shut your eyes and dream with all of your might.
Please go right now, he could kill you with fright.

Rusty

I'm rusty these days
I see you are, too
With your game
They caught you 
Again
And you're going in
Again, for some time

How can I put
Everything I've just seen
Into a poem, into a rhyme?

My poems about you used to be so
Prolific, full of everything that never really was
Because I believed
You 
Could
Change

Well
Hell
Right? Hell broke loose for you
When I realized I'd

Lies

Took me too long to realize
To see with real eyes
Just how far down deep
In your heart the deceit lies

Red Balloon

love
fills my head like a big red balloon
slowly inflating, invading
every crack and crevice
i float higher
and higher still

they say
love makes me do
dumb things
my common sense
has turned to nonsense
(they say)
they say it's best
to extract the object
from my head
as soon as possible
to avoid any further
complications
(they say

they say)

but soon i can't hear them
as i'm floating away
i smile sweetly and

Meet the Sociopath

Meet the void called she
A walking lie for 30 years
No one knows who she is
But she walks gracefully dressed in false pretense

She can easily turn everything she touched to dust
She struts and leaves the dance floor in ruins
Her eyes, knows no truth
Her words, a melancholy of lies

Her childhood was a fantasy of fitting in and

Abusers and Mis-Users

We are snarly, and we’re gnarly,
We’re twisted, and we’re mean.
We smack you with our branches,
And we keep our real selves unseen.

We’re awful, and we’re terrible,
You had better keep your children away.
Because we’ll hold them, and we’ll fold them,
And we’ll never let them run away.

We are the meanest and the baddest,
And the most unhappy ones around.
And

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