Poem: The current state is critical

They say psychopaths don't learn
from their mistakes,
but this is a hell of a mistake.

How'd you get away with it?

You always play it so safe and severe.

How'd you learn how to do it?

You always play it like you'll never admit

just how much you
want to be more like all that
you've always seen glaring out
under covers of shiny magazines,

but through those godawful pants and
through your sneering gaze, it's come to me
that you won't get through these
bright white days without losing
all that you're sworn to keep dear
(those nights of cool sheets and
unbreakable strength in clasped hands).

So I'll wave at your ghost coming through this
crowded town and you'll look up and
be amazed that you can't place my face
while I shake my head that you've grown up such a waste,
since it's a damn shame that you never went away.