Their own reflection is glory
Staring back with the smile of a lover
“You’re the protagonist of this story!”
Just plot devices are the others.
No one else understands
Or maybe they’re not smart enough to
“This game can only be played by my hands
Everyone else fumbles, grovels, and misses their cue!”
If everything is a ladder
They’ll knock you off to scuttle up the rungs
Lest they feel like they don’t matter
Anymore than the rest of us.
Once armed with enough noise
To justify their abuse and control
“We worked smarter” or “Boys will be boys”
You will never score a goal.
With peace and equality so easily toppled
Like sheep submitting to the will of any wolf that makes the effort
These sick brains relish in spreading the most awful
Eating our lives for dinner and our dreams for dessert
On a planet of so much water
Our lakes and oceans are poisoned by narcissism
The infection unavoidable as it spreads to slaughter
Our uniting to rebel, and so it succeeds in the schism.