Absence of Empathy

I climb on an ant hill
of clichés and over used words
I muse till I abuse
lacking language
content with egos praise
old ladies seduced
depends leaking in excitement
silently I get off
my persona looks nice
in black and white
as mug shots do
I live with the carnival of clowns
with whom we all think
we can write and dance
oh but all I do
is shit in others pants
content
knowing tulips will
never be deceived