O, imagine the sheer delight

To bask in an image bright

Seeped in confidence to the brim

Unaware your light is dim

A star in a galaxy of mere moons

Revolving to your brilliant tunes

Sitting at my desk I wonder

How do you justify your blunders?

Clients complain, wail, and implore

The bar association is at the door

As matters collect dust on the floor

How much more can they endure?

Heed Narcissis, model of perfection

Died admiring his own reflection

Yet what you fail to gasp

Is we can see the grifter in the glass

Ponzi scheming can only bear strife

tightrope walking on the edge of a knife

Hollow dreams as a rich man’s wife

Instead all hard wigs but no soft life