Transparency
Perhaps it says something
about me
When I look his way I only see
A slip of space a vast vacancy
Or perhaps I find myself insecure
When chiseled abs I endure
But suddenly venom
bites
'Neath words
now I write
Poison flows grows
grows
And I want to eureka flaws
Make him evil find his
box
Warn everyone to stay away
Twist his ego reshape clay
Inside I know truth unfold
He I would be if it be told
Accepting his granite frame
Know the name American game
And yet I find, the harder I stare
It is obvious, he's not even there