Drunk On Junk.

He takes pride in being vile

A glimpse of the hidden smile

When all seems to go south

For others, More so

For his sisters and brothers.

 

Proudly drinking malice

From his golden chalice;

Which seems to refill

With each swig

Getting drunk off his own sins.

 

Pretentiously zealous

Yet prone to jealousy,

Ironically wants to be

A winner on all fronts

Yet he’s on none.

 

– Original-Dante ©2016

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