These master brutes be-numbed by greed to lead
Narcissistic cravers suck off others’ stolen feed
All, they feign compassion, practice and rehearse their cares
One purpose only, for me, for I, no other thought but theirs
Giving speeches, reports and stamps for work they have no claim
Climbing always, assuming their position, they bow so lame
They kiss her feet then turn to touch the ground
Pretending to be loyal, this sacrifice their pleasure found
When turned away for another, they pretend and hide their sore
Quickly changing habits panting for another’s door
Slap one down, they churn and elbow yipping bores
Endless chasms falsely lit by sycophants all chasing scores
It all comes finally down in one resounding crash
Their designs finally rest — in the morning trash.
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