It Is Instinctive (Descending From Failed Ascents)
Cheapened and cheesed.
Those once fat cats,
With their Cuban cigars.
And crooked lawyers kept as pets.
From whom do they snatch,
Their flights of fancy.
And secrecy back?
When theft they've captured,
Has been recalled from stocked bags...
Packed and champagned.
From whom amongst them selected...
Can backtrack to those backstabbed,
With the sincerety of a puppy?
Hoping for a loyalty still maintained.
Some folks climb with only themselves in mind.
With delusions to control and be worshipped.
And some folks find a climb to the top is pointless.
Since it is not advisable to begin a certain decline...
To meet anyone near or at the bottom.
Unless they are accustomed to this movement done,
As a good deed received from the ones not overcomed!
Anyone who has bled...
At the sacrifice of propping someone else up,
Knows just how to treat,
Those of treason and betrayal.
It is instinctive!
Arising spontaneously...
As the demise of the suppressor,
Gets closer to them!
Those familiar with solid ground.
Prepared but not so quick to entertain...
The ones,
Obviously stunned.
As seen descending from failed ascents!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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