He would never admit
And always deny
Never act unless a self benefit
We wish for his absence
Upset by his presence
And his constant lack to commensurate.
We need a break
From his constant chatter
Wish he would turn to important matters
Not sit in his room
Talking of doom
Threatening our friends
To no good ends
Maybe he takes this old adage to heart
“and your enemies closer”
Forgetting the important first part.
The Bag Lady 