The narcissistic cannibal,
always ravenous,
is a connoisseur of himself.
He has acquired quite a taste
for the junk food of his thoughts.
His mouth waters as he pops open
the Styrofoam box of bigotry.
He can’t get enough.
He has no feelings
but indigestible fear.
Emotions are never well served.
A glutton,
the more he eats,
the less he becomes
until nothing is left but appetite.
The rest of us are in dangerous
proximity to his toothy grin.