I shouldn’t be shocked
When she texts
About trickling up
Or feel cheated
As if there are really rules
When it comes to survival,
Our lives are all we got
And the best we get
If we get it at all
Is a running start
And a vague notion
Of where the finish line
Might be.
Maybe I envy her
Because she can do
What I only wish
I could
Get the powers that be
To bend and praise her
Their (our) lust a lever
That moves the earth
Her smile capable
Of wedging open
Stingy men’s wallet,
When if not for that
She might starve
To feel important
You need to be important
Sometimes you need
To prime the pump,
Get there so to prove
Yourself,
Regardless of how
You manage it,
Maybe getting there
Is the whole point,
Perhaps I envy her
Trickling up
Because I was never
Really important enough
In her climb to the top,
Scared that she might
Trickle up to a point
Where I might have to bow
Before her,
A pathetic slave before her feet,
Maybe,
I’m just too scared to admit
How good she is.
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