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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