egos have
a way of thinning
the skin to where
it seems the
slightest breeze
can collapse an
author in seconds

all smiles
when public facing
then snarls and
claws when they
think no one sees

petty tyrants
so stoned off of
huffing their own
farts they lose
sight of reality
they wage wars
against any and
everyperceivedslight
a group of mindless
attack dogs ready
to pounce on those
who dare besmirch
their idol’s glow

paddling in place
thinking they police
the creative oceans
looking down on
the pathetic masses
so fortunate to be
gracedbytheirgreatness

i have stories to write
which may never be read
and no more time for
the unsocial media doing
it’s best to bring
everyonedowntotheirlevel