The Still Never-Wrong

The rant continues
as my blood is now boiling.
His lies get twisted
as his statements are recoiling.
He continues on his way
as if his claims were right,
his pompous posturing continuing
throughout this declaration-filled night.
No matter how wrong
he may be told he is,
that will not stop him or slow
the rate at which his target's missed.
The discovery and conclusion
I this evening made
is that this game of his
has now been overplayed.
I am done listening,
catering and entertaining
this childish mode of communication
that needs a quicker disappearance of feigning.
I can't and won't stand
present to the delusion
that is daily forced upon
me in its intrusion.
I am walking away
from that which I can hear no more,
something I should have done
far too long before.