The Sanguine Journeyman
While the narcissists among us
Are said to rule the world
Whatever in turn becomes of their kindred's plight?
For those, who co-exist, is there a subtle twist?
Whatever helps to get you through the night?
For fate is a four-letter word, ambition a noble curse.
Yet if chance crowned me,
Banquo’s ghost would sure to laugh out loud
ill-placed trust leads man to an early hearse.
Pleasing one’s masters, true
Is an exercise in vain
They'll singularly proclaim their exalted position.
Taking credit as they may,
With every passing day.
Yet failure is met with little or no contrition.
One might say ambition feeds the soul…
But if this is all that matters in a world of disbelief
Then it’s a long long way to the top just to get a chiko roll !
Grahame J Flynn Views in Verse
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