He is on the verge of dressing well, his pompous ass. How he is successful is baffling and yet not unknowing. His wife was beautiful, how so no one knows; He coveted her so endearingly.
He seemed to always become the bully of the pact, not the leader of the pack. Jackass is such an irrelevant and irrelative term.
He may stutter, he feels to himself. He may verge on the word but; yet never does he settle. His speeches, boring. His reiterations, senseless. Some say nonsensical. His perceptions are his own—Like Batman vs Joker. Only He thinks he's Batman. Only he thinks.
How many women's lives do you think he offended before he charmed his way in to hers. Her once beautiful hers. How many men pretended he didn't offend them. The bully of the pact is where we let him at—
Never a but. Never an uttered but.
For him, narcissism is a way of life, do you think he knows his elephant is him in the room. Oblivious. And Yet so successful. Liars are successful. They take the smallest, tiniest bit of true and knead into a hallowed, tired truth. A believable awkward truth. Because think about it, this liar-bully has never known anything but awkward. Liars are some of the smartest people in the room. Cowards. But smart. Thing one and thing two. Liar one and liar two. Are you ready for that.