Unseen to Everyone Around

He offers a loan of kindness, then mocks your need for it.
He dons the robe of the jester when he prepares to self-inflict.
In the middle of a get-together he needs to keep their attention
So he removes his rusty scalpel, cutting everyone up with biled dissections....
His purpose on these nights, unseen to everyone around
Is to fend off fired slights before they make a sound.

He hopes in the ramble of refusal you'll get down and plead,
To be the one with the hand is how he gets his feed.
When the crowd gets too swelled he needs to crawl into a shell
So he summons up a thunderstorm, his complaints acid-rain you to hell....
His purpose on these nights, unseen to everyone around
Is to become an ugly blight so painful he'll be homeward-bound.

He becomes deaf for a little while, so involved inside his funk.
Then he suddenly recovers his ears-- slowly to the phone he'll slunk.
This phone-call he's the thespian trying to win your pitious devotion
So he'll tell of the crossroads that caused all this commotion....
His purpose on these nights, unseen to everyone around
Is to show off his might and for applause to resound.

He promises to carry out dreams, then retreats into the dark.
He says this time I will change but still wears the same mark.
When face-to-face with forked road he'll head back into his lab
Where he invents neo-excuses as to why his life remains drab....
His purpose on these nights, unseen to everyone around
Is to mastermind some plights so he can keep his piece of ground.

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