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A sudden hush
Interrupts the mirth,
Uncomfortable downward stares.
Beaming in his chair,
He revels in his obnoxiousness,
A well-honed ability
To annoy everyone around him.
That’ll show them,
He thinks to himself,
Every day a battle against
Nice people
Who care about the world
And each other.


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Former Glory

Nobody wants
To be on the bottom,
Especially not them,
Which makes them
Supremely susceptible
To anyone suggesting
They can regain
Their former glory,
Which never really
Existed in any form.

Guard

No matter how bad things get,
He will never capitulate,
Unable to let his guard down,
Admit wrongdoing,
Change direction.
Everything is a loss in
The land of broken victors.
People come and go,
Fouled by his egotism,
An unrepentant smile
Betrays his narcissism.
Alone at the end of his days,
He’s still glad he won.

Wrath

All it takes is
One simple thing to
Incur her wrath—
The temerity to
Not follow her commands.
Mortally wounded,
She viciously lashes out at
Her perceived enemy.
It’s been this way for
As long as she can remember,
And she does nothing
To change it,
That would require insight,
Vulnerability.

Engorged

Vastly overestimating
How much his success is
Due to ability or industry
Versus chance,
A blip in time made
Possible by circumstance.
Rhapsodizing at length about
Nothing, everything,
The sound of his voice
Reassuring him that
His pronouncements carry
Some kind of special weight,
That he’s smarter than the rest,
Dismissing anything
That threatens his
Engorged ego.

Forebears

A pasted-on smile
Obscures dark bile
Built up over generations of
Harshness and abuse.
Now, unable to feel,
She expends all her energy
Repeating the cycle,
Destroying people to amass things,
Hoarding as much stuff
As possible to compensate
For what’s missing although it
Doesn’t heal her pain.
She doesn’t know what else to do and
Refuses to change course,
Just like her forebears.

Scorched Landscape

Shut up or I’ll
Give you something
To cry about.

That boy needs
Some sense
Knocked into him.

Innocence ripped
From terrified
Heart.

Eclipsing of
Kindness by
Brutality.

Scorched landscape
Devoid of
Hope.

Pinnacle

At the pinnacle of success,
No other position higher in his field,
An unparalleled opportunity to
Make a huge difference
In the lives of people
Who are enduring the same
Slights he experienced,
He looks the other way,
Choosing instead to
Join his oppressors,
Making the lives of millions
Much more difficult,
Forgetting the chance he was given.

Stare

Stare
Stare
Stare
Dead Eyes
Stare
Stare
Stare
Dead Heart