Your delusion of grandeur is legendary

Deceit and manipulation

Your only pastime

Breaking promises and marriages

Laughing maniac

Your fun is coming to an end

Old age catching you now

Heavy lines across your brow

Sunken cheek bones

Concave and pallid

Lips not pouting anymore

You can barely chew

Your favourite salad

When the night comes

How do you sleep?

No stud to please and tire you

Creamy the cat

Your only company

Your only taste

The chamomile tea

Sagging breasts

Dried up old cave

Alone to deal with

Your reward

For the turmoil

You craved