Saturday, December 5, 2015

Power play

Saturday, December 05, 2015

They crave it like cocaine
Petty Napoleons plotting world conquest
On the backs of moist bar napkins and old pay stubs
Living in the shadow of their great fathers
Whose shoes they can barely fill,
Yet whose fortunes they squander
As if they earned it themselves
Feeding on some need even they do not even know,
Some unfulfilled ambition they see in other people
A fountain head of misguided logic
That paints them as a glorious prince
Hiding their lust behind masks of self-righteousness
They way Dorian Gray hid behind his portrait,
Too scared to ever show their real face
For the horror it would reveal about their dark soul
This craving, this ache for power, this need to be

Something other than merely petty.

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