He needs kicked to the Kerb!
Attention is the oxygen which feeds his phobic mind
Abandonment is death to him, he won’t respond in kind
Ignore him at your peril, adore, or see his wrath
Him-self is false and hollow,
His only worth is death!
You’re adoration gives him life, dependent on approval
He’ll laugh at you but not himself, his temperament is cruel
He’ll goad and taunt and torture you, he’ll take you to the brink
“It’s me, I’m mad and paranoid,”
Is what he’ll make you think.
But if you dare reject him, he’ll tear and strip you down
He cannot stand to be the butt, or lose his bogus crown
His ego is but all he is and you supply the rest
He’ll look to you for solvency,
Till he sucks you’re dying breath!
MM The Celebrant 