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
O.D. 