Contorted, enraged face,
Screeching in pain as
He senses that things
Aren’t the same as they’ve
Always been, that he can’t
Impose his boorish, petty
Will on everyone, that he
Won’t be afforded every
Opportunity by virtue of
Birth, that his place
On top of the pyramid is
Now a prelude to a swift
Downward slide, undeniable
Evidence of the hollow
Power and influence
Wielded by him and
Others sympathetic.
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