he could not hide

his twisted psychology

behind his volunteering

his social networking

his name dropping

his poorly translated

banal Japanese poetry

his social work

and his damned bonsai trees

that he was a control freak

with a volatile temper

and a duplicitous nature

that he is the man in the bar rubbing his

chino covered cock on your thigh

condescending

manipulative

overly solicitous and hell bent

on getting his penis

into your vagina

anyone’s vagina

perceiving female poets

as emotionally compromised

easy targets

and if his unfortunate victim muse

was able to see his monstrous nature

through his kabuki mask

she was condemned by him publicly

as a crazy woman

of course