Chump Poem by Isaak DeMaio

Chump



He believes in magic,
something that's not real.
An egocentric plastic man,
a life led to be surreal.

He drowns himself in-
his narcissistic heart,
a cold dark abyss,
where loneliness rips him apart.

An excellent array of apathy,
absentee from all social connection,
a phantom based identity,
he's the ideal imperfection.

Ignorant to universal morals,
he may just be dumb,
though he lives his own life,
all he is, is a chump.

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Isaak DeMaio

Isaak DeMaio

Buffalo, New York
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