You think you’re so slick
looking down your nose
at those you perceive as
less that human
those unworthy to stand in
your self-appointed glow
yet here you stand, and sit,
and trail, as you blatantly
attempt to forge an alliance
with the Devil himself…
hoping that no one sees you,
no one hears you … no one
smells the pheremones and thirst as they
flood out of your achingly desperate body
the smell of which sticks in all of our throats,
so nauseous are we from its cloying sweetness.
We see you, we hear you,
we smell you and
we know what you are doing
we watch, amused, as the Devil
puts you through your paces –
testing you, teasing you,
playing with you the way that string torments a kitten
We watch you grope and grab
and beg for the crumbs that he sweeps off of his table
snapping at the heels of anyone
who may momentarily catch and hold his attention
so desperate are you to walk through his Halls
Do you think he doesn’t know?
Do you believe that he’s not amused?
Do you see yourself positioned as his bottom bitch?
We are so sorry for you …
for your air of superior intellect
and your actual vapid mindspace
we would tell how foolish you are being
but we won’t because … well …
we are, after all, UNWORTHY!
So we stand together like
spectators at a hanging
as your vacuous shell is filled up with
half empty statements, broken promises
and hope that springs
like a weed in the desert.
We watch as your transparency issues
come into full blossom
and stand silently as they
eventually grow till nothing is left but
your eventual death as your issues
do to you what
your ineptitude has done to us.
Rest in pieces…
Bitch!
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