For many, life's a 'me-first' monologue
stealthily played, as if a true fair shake
were poised to profit that unlucky dog
seduced to parlance by this shifty snake.
Above most heads, the wealth of wiser ways
endures unused, while clowns and charlatans
intent on trifling goals, ham to amaze
yet duller fools, whose wood brains fuel their plans.
Please tell me why, I should not target you
as offspring of the wayside's thistled thorn?
For feats to boost and better men, you spew
misleading lies, sweetened with hipster's scorn.
Your every breath serves mayhem, to malign
and make earth apes less fit for the Divine