PURGING

With the arrogance of the ignorant
He felt no inferiority,
Managing inadequacies
That manifested themselves
Fitfully as equals.
He baited them with indifference
Until they made the surface,
Where they were feted with servility,
And whilst swirling in the comfort
Of the status he accorded and the
Assuaging manner offered,
They relaxed as he expected.
Then as the second hand announced
The hour he split his front asunder
Catching all there unawares,
And whilst still slippery from sleep
They were no match for his deceit.
He shredded them with their envelopes
And stuffed the contents into cushions
To prop up his next project,
Which as usual would be the same
As the one before, as they were
Always returned unknown.