ENTITLED( POTUS)

Was being needy your only final attribute
Have you yet to realize the sense of entitlement you present is highly unattractive
Your persona as you enter a room, is that everything, everyone, should be better off simply because you have entered into it
Perfectly placed objects belong to you because after all it is you and you deserve it
You did not earn it
But it must be yours because it simply gives you a second of pleasure
Comprehension of what was placed in front of you
Could never be understood in your state of immaturity and lack of nurture
I wonder if you retreat back to every little wrong that has come you way
Excuses for behavior that makes sense to you
No mirror for the truth of you
You hurt those whom you swore to protect
 You protected only your needs as you felt you deserved
After you felt you did the right thing long enough
 As if there is an allotted amount of time of the good you felt you were required to do
 You breathe in the duties of the day, disgruntled and unmoved
And exhale the lust of the lives no longer useful to you
 The weakness of those who had placed their trust within you
You discard people as if they were a waste of human skin
If the only thing certain in life is death
Then why do you take your life for granted
The freedom of your responsibility to soothe the chaos you created amongst others
Do you wonder what became of the shame you obtained and delivered
You dismiss the thought of disgust
 After all it is you
And you are thee
You did glimmer for a moment
There was hope in the falsehoods you spewed
Like the juvenile hustle of an insecure boy
Hooked an educated and grieving mind
Consoled the hurt you placed over time
 The horrors of the grief
You are a portion of the puzzle for her loss of life
You will have that to bare your entire existence
Like the wearing of a rope swinging by the pendulums blade
You will fall
And you will slice apart those whom remain close enough to you
Fed upon a delusion of self created illusions
Than faded as your lovers became jaded
Do you believe the only gift you have is to spill is from your lips
Like a trashy classless thrill
Maybe it's the only time you have ever felt heard
What do you gain but your own free will to feel as fingers to glass will somehow validate you
I heard you for months
I even started to believe the fog of deceit
And, I am trained to spot out people like you
Then you forget what it was that you wanted in the first place
You forgot your place in the line of take and I shall receive
Friendship from me and a peek inside a world that you have never earned
Only seen on a clip or something you once read and thought to yourself, “ I,must have that.”
You are a fool
Who needs to earn the life you try to fake
I will create the illusion of the you
By breathing in the life you thoughtlessly waste
Really think about it Really, really think about it
If you are smart enough to create a masterful false persona
Imagine what you could be if you applied your skill of deceit
 To a lifetime of grace and mercy
 Not you though
You will supersede
The face of gluttony