Phlegm balls hurtling at the speed of distaste
Early morning wakeup call for those who listen
Mummy’s boy turned numbers man
Looking for perfection in a tainted face
Unable to compute the mess he had made
Blindness, from a man whose life became artificial
Seeking greed, self importance, through total misery

Marrying a blonde as fake as his smile
Turning the world of his closest friends upside down
Unable to achieve notable stature in a society he craved
Perfecting corruption, applauded by his parents
Falling gently into an abyss, buried in financial gluttony
Interminable sycophant showing little authenticity
Subservient only to credit cards and bank accounts

Demise so fast and so sweet, confirming ignorance
Leaving his dirty laundry to be washed by others
Running far and fast, a sanctuary from his inner self
Demons that will remain ingrained for a lifetime
Unable to accept the permanence of his mischief
Hiding behind an irreparable Achilles heel
A cousin worth loosing, a friend that never was.