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The Price Of Hardwork
well, look here,
my dear,
you will start at
the bottom
of these all
crawl, prostrate,
bow, look down,
you have no right
to stare,
budget your
gaze
they are gods
and they are too cruel
if you offend them
and they get angry
they will make
you disappear
on a click
just that
work your way
up the traditional
hard way
learning your lessons
like you are a man
bound to
death row
time is forgiving
and triumph comes
always at the end
and when you're on top
do not mind
all of them
for now it is your time
to take the crown
of utter
emptiness
did they not tell you
that it is lonely at the top?
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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