they rule be
cause they have big
balls (perhaps) &
no
imagination.
they were the
kind of kids who
shoved the others
out of the way to
get to the
fountain.
(after all, isn't
egoistic bullying the
horn nub of
power in this
world?)
dreams of gold
parachutes, stock options,
signing bonuses &
more more more
& unlimited
more.
once they fight/
push/manipulate/pedi
gree/peterprinciple/
cheat their way to
the top, de
cline
begins.
all the wrong boys
in all
the right
places. energies diminish;
colors dim;
decisions rage from
black to
red.
when they make a
mistake––
they refuse to
see, they don't/won’t/can't
see
anymore.
what can competence
or commitment or
loyalty or good
will matter in the
glare of
total personal
absorbtion?
if you witness & still
care, your back
bone droops, chest
narrows, head
hurts, mind
blanks, mouth shuts, heart
withdraws.
they're paid to manage,
not to lead, they're
paid for who they
know, there’s nothing
new. their egos erupt
like a child of
two.
so Lord forgive
them, ‘cause
they know not
what they
do.