We all watched as you painted yourself in a corner

Time and time and time and time and time again
Over this or that, wearing us out with your contortions
Your dubious devotion to your “unassailable” logic
 
So acutely aware of the shortcomings of others, 
Beliefs, preferences, tastes, mores, modi operandi 
A never-sated lamprey on your — and the audiences’ — energy
Waiting for the inevitable…
 
…when you noticed that, this time,
You had no poorly framed door to scramble out of, to escape
From all the absolutism that is weakly underpinned
By nothing but the lattice of self-doubt 
 
But.
 
We love you, and we will cradle and coddle
As is necessary