Traps Of Delusion

As an object - I really am ideal; 
Not a hair on my head
Is out of place - my chiseled face
Makes ladies swoon
& hope I come to their home soon
But delusion forgets
The Monster inside likes to hide
Where it thinks it can
Make the greatest weakest man

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