The superficial and the shallow
Are always up for grabs
The hustler and the opportunist
Fight to possess what others have
Whether position or affection
One wonders, “Why do they strive so—
Why always scheming, scrambling, clawing
For the contentment others know?
Their goal to be the greatest
In a kingdom where they’re named
Among the tolerated pests
Whose envy-fueled attempts to reign
Are often thwarted by their plans
Neither righteous, fair, nor pure
And undermined by their own actions
Underhanded; insecure
Discretion’s never named among them
They say the quiet parts out loud
And feign surprise when you expose
The motives, of which, they are proud
They’re good for tarnished reputations
Sowing discord; telling lies
Overlooking competence
Embracing what, most, would despise
Ever angling to exclude what they eventually need
Crying foul when their own logic
Leaves them no choice but to concede
Don’t be discouraged; give it time
Though it seems so, they’ll never win
And when the latest drama backfires
Cue embarrassment again
Too busy sulking to conclude, no matter what they try to do
Frustration will be theirs, until they purpose to do right by you
vrwC2023
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