Loving the Lamppost _ with “Adagio”

Their world painted in shadows void of emotions
a gladiator of narcissist placenta dangling  
on a decaying umbilical, idolized by fools  
pampered and spoiled by the embryos of insanity
behind a firewall of debauchery, self-contained
from their own Cuckoo clock...half-baked
Manitou of inebriated veins gaslighting a lamppost  
molding their faces and drawing a smile
to cover the rotting grudge that lies behind
it’s second nature, like taking a breath
looking down on you with a folie de grandeur
thinking they’re someone else
an unearthly figure stepping among the inferiors