Tuesday, June 10, 2025

TUESDAY THOUGHTS: POETRY PROMPT ---INSIGHT



INSIGHT
 

It’s funny that “they” hope you care

That you are here, and they are there

As if you’re not fully aware

Of all the games they’ve played

You’ve known they were never a friend

While competing, they’d oft pretend

But, every mixed signal they’d send

Was a most useful aide

In helping you discern their plan

They’ve said a lot, you understand 

Divide, conquer, gossip, demand

Assume a role they thought yours, and

Surely, you’d fade away


They’re skiddish, much like anyone

Who’s clawed so hard to be the one

But they don’t know, their work’s begun

To play, they’ve got to pay

And live with how they made their climb

Sabotaging those behind

Never, ever keeping in mind

They’ll need their help, someday 


Today, they must keep up pretense

Fake happiness, amidst nonsense

Their jaws are tight, their faces tense

Exhaustion mars their smile

But in their insecurity 

They hope you’ll be the first to see

Their rise from rabid wannabe

To "Pick-Me!" University 

(Their preening is a sight to see)

Schemes always take a while


Where you belong, is where you are 

A peaceful existence, by far 

Not mired in mess, the way they are

Yours, was a lovely day

No extra expense taken to

Be what someone expects of you 

Or do stuff you don’t want to do

Without having a say


Even with what they think they earned

How long before tables are turned?

How long before they’re, again, spurned

When someone, just like them

Secretly covets; ambition bold

And with intent, cunning and cold

Sells them the bill of goods, they sold

Sidles up, seeming good as gold

To grab hold of their hem?


And so it is, for many who

Don’t soberly mind what they do

And who they do it to—they’re due

A visit from sheer Fate

And soon, they’ll sheepishly reach out

After backlash whips them about

To inquire of the pleasant route 

That you’ve been blessed to take

They’ll say they’re "just calling to check"

The truth is, they will break their neck 

To keep tabs on your every step

Say less, for your own sake


And, don’t forget what Maya said

You’ve been shown once— not interested

Your gullibility’s been dead

No need to wake it up

No need to go back and revive

Shake, reminisce, or testify

Let them stay over on their side 

Keep sipping from your cup.


But do look for a call; email

When they realize their schemes have failed

And there you are— welcomed and hailed

In spaces they thought theirs

They won’t be able to correct 

Their wide-eyed glance, or stretched out neck 

When you walk in the room, expect

To catch them unawares


‘Cause they were sure they’d edged you out

Of spaces, where power and clout

Would seek what you were all about

While ignoring their shine

They’ve always thought themselves equal

Could never hide their chest so full

Of pride; their words—a load of bull

Yet, you’ve made out just fine.


So use that “block”, “erase”, “delete”, “ignore”

Don’t lose one ounce of sleep

Engaging what they hope you’ll see

That’s meant to get a rise

It’s trite, but it’s crazily true

What’s meant for you, is just for you

Like clockwork, or out of the blue

It will materialize.




VRWc2025



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