The small man offers me a job I don’t want or need, too old
and weary to live a life in this back-slapping, back-stabbing world, where most
people have to make it on their backs.
She, now distant, perhaps content, is lucky to be out of
this mess, where nobody can be trusted except to betray you, where those who survive
learn how to betray the best.
Love doesn’t thrive here, only lust to get ahead, needing leverage
to keep on top when few ever manage to keep up the balancing at, I have no love
of power, but lust after love, and always will, trying not to mistake one for
the other, and wonder, after all this time, is this a lesson she’s learned as
well.
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