On Your Online Profile

I stumbled onto your online profile today
On your corporate website
With words like 
Excellently and
Well-known and
Visionary 
Encrusted like jewels 
On a bed of warm, mediocre poop

Of course, your online profile
Would omit the things
One would be embarrassed to 
Speak about in polite company
And in highfalutin conferences
And in royal courts

Like how you left those bruises
On your wife 
In places no one could see
Like how you abandoned 
Your children
In ways no one could ever recover from
Like how you chased down 
Your current younger wife
In ways she herself 
Would wish to never remember 

But you can rest easy
Because your online profile 
Would keep all those things
Well hidden
Like your own life, and who you really are
Hidden away so well
Between those lines of blind self-praise
That you now hardly know 
Your own self.