Empty Vanity

The bottomless greed alive in your chordate

Drives home a shiny bait that lies in wait.

Your talons unsheathed out of fecal matter

To hook the short fuse, your flappy fatal flatter.

You have a problem; it’s the avarice of the ruse

That has your name everywhere on the news

Now, you are here, printed with palpable lethargy

That sipped thru the door to sap your energy

It has doddered on the edge of your fledging insanity

Doggedly, it meandered unbridled paths to your instability

Liability always has the ability to tether to empty vanity

Then to reveal a sleazy slime and pain trailing to eternity.