The Damaged

I really thought it apt to write
A rhyme but not haiku
Which concerns a member of this site?
Whose poetry is pooh
I erred in judgement and briefly read
Some of his childish verse
My mind became tarnished, my psyche breached,
It was though I had been cursed
A disabled child, my ailing pop whose minds become infirm
Have written pros of higher standard,
Than this moronic germ
His deception as wide as the world's oceans span
Not unlike the gap between his teeth
His obvious hatred and lack of self-worth
Sociopath traits ran torrents a lifetime deep
His desire for the title of articulate poet.
Was purely just a farce
To disillusion his next conquering.
Truth being such the contrast
His antics calculated and like clockwork
Each victim recited to during his chase
Whilst blinded by his fake intellect
In truth it was as simple as Cut N Paste