The devilry in your footsteps

I’m flummoxed by your ill-design
Your conscience; broken down like some old jalopy
weaving in and out of align
This uproar; this brouhaha you’ve manufactured
It’s wanton and interstellar
Driven by the shenanigans enveloping the devilry in your footsteps
You’re impulsively cruel
The wisp of fire on your breath
Singes my spirit
Your audacity pales to the scale of your britches
Fraying, are the coattails of matter and truth
i watch in awe as you gallivant through these falsehoods
Yet I cannot dissect this skullduggery to find clarity in this revision
It is perplexing and dire
Incessantly driven by the who’s and the whatsit
Mingling in the counterfeit side of life
Pride, status and score;
the rigmarole that paints the depths of your ego
But as I go further within to counter the din
I can no longer be hoodwinked by such sharp misalign