Borderless Scoundrel
Written 2025-11-22
You cross every line, no shame, no fear,
Always “right,” though the reason’s unclear.
Fists flying, control long gone,
A reckless storm from dusk till dawn.
No conscience, no tact, just empty pride,
Silencing voices with ego as guide.
A cocky crown, all bravado, no mind,
True decency you’ll never find.