Where They Ate


ImageWhere They Ate

 Where They Ate


And they sit in the shit pile they all took a crap in,

And they wonder why it smells so bad.

And they push each other in as they try to climb out,

As they bet on the chances none of them ever had.

 

The losers congregate and plot divisively,

Trying to explain plans the others won’t see.

They haven’t the means so it never ends,

The results of the loyalty they did so misspend.

 

Knives for the back are held in reserve.

Really what these criminals do deserve.

Jackals and snakes and rats to the floor,

The parade of the miscreants in disordered corps.

 

And they sit in the shit pile they all took a crap in,

And they wonder why it smells so bad.

And they push each other in as they try to climb out,

As they bet on the chances none of them ever had.

 

So they bray and they cackle and they shout each other down.

Each of them trying their best to outclown

The others they claim to have sworn brotherhood to,

Yet loyalty to anyone but themselves they eschew.

 

And they sit in the shit pile they all took a crap in,

And they wonder why it smells so bad.

And they push each other in as they try to climb out,

As they bet on the chances none of them ever had.

 

So, this circus plays on and through each new day,

A cavalcade of treachery in clear display.

Weakness and hoggishness and spite do abound,

As the corrupted carousel creaks and runs aground.

 

And they sit in the shit pile they all took a crap in,

And they wonder why it smells so bad.

And they push each other in as they try to climb out,

As they bet on the chances none of them ever had.

 

Cliff Lake 1/5/2023

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