Mr Wrong Classic

Likes to be Mr Bombastic

wholly narciss'tic

don't give him a stick

lest it becomes his new tick

causing such insidious panic

that you end up psychiatric.

Calls himself autistic 

but do deflect his every trick; 

reeling in authentic

women so artistic

they won't ever give him a kick.

Always talks sad epic

making the lass sick

nothing elastic

the yoke pain cringing and chronic;

she becomes allergic 

to how he gets his kick

overdramatic

excuses endemic

romantic arsenic

the outcome is catastrophic!

Be realistic

you're the utmost pathetic

Steinbeck's Lenny mimic

man so egocentric

little friend amoebic

time with you traumatic

every exchange septic

the 'love' the most claustrophobic!

Please remain memory toxic

Your rhyming poisonous silk

Unfettered and so bubonic

Lingering like plastic

yet not even comic

rather quite ironic

all turning tetanic

at displays eccentric

of desires concentric

with no hope of any gnostic.

All this may seem acerbic

but I find it terrific

how challenging your logic

and your notions archaic, 

your gestures tectonic,

that give me some erratic

surges of peptic,

result unapologetic

now dismissing every relic.

My feelings now forensic

appeal to values of ethic

though through the fog of air sick

had rather recall idyllic

or even nostalgic

but all that remains is colic,

very symptomatic

let us be pragmatic

let the past be karmic

nothing seismic

fitting end cathartic

to endless frenetic.

Assessment so realistic.