The denominating factor

It's due to this inverse law
That my peculiarity envisions a danger
A magnificent stager
Willing to share his tricks to the pager
Like a baby in a manger
Innocent with no fear or stress
Developed into a mess
A nervous wreck
Who would one day confess
On that Sunday midday
His problematic troubles that had hampered him day to day
When only the holidays had him stay
In for him an adequate level where the pay
Was good
and no debtors files were struck
No reasons to give back what he had lost
He was a mess and besotted
With an individual online
Who he wanted to see live
Let this be a scripture of unusual theme
As is all my other poems for my own
Dispositional needs
I've digressed in greatness
I'm sure psychologists can infer
The traumatic experiences recurrent
Contained within and unheard
Tis sometimes I think a shame
I have even a dysmorphia of my entirety
Whereby many would see lame
If they ever came to the exposure
Of such a neurotic game
I roleplay personally as Shakespeare
And Holmes by inducing my own head
Into acts of poetical tale and narcissism fed
Into a major problem as I've said,
Almost myriad times abstractly in my anthology that I've regularly tread
As the inverse of jesus,
Christ I sold myself elsewhere!
Instead of sharing the bread
I dared! To share it only amongst my madness
Not one would be entitled a share!
I was engulfed in the art of the ego,
A case for which even the infamous
Narcissus prayed
From the gates of hell
To my PO box up on earth
Even he mailed me a thought that I referred
To in haste and disgust
That one would criticise my crave for attention
For the eternal lust
To be written and remembered is a must
Shelley even described such,
Ozymandias was a man of much!