The Loss
He did it, no qualms or faintest moralistic trait
He knew the vulnerability, went ahead
To reap the benefits from someone’s plight
Like a scuppered beast in flight
Wearing a private smirk of victory
To walk away and cast his smut
Upon the shoulders of some other
Like a vulture with rich pickings
Feeding on its fated carcass
He walked away with fake innocence
Carrying an air of falsehood
Into a world that owes him
A fine lad, he’s got a job
And got in line with the rest of his kind
To smugly gloat and brag and flaunt
Those ill gotten gains
His pealing mirth to celebrate
And taunts about the hag
The lad can do that, the lad
Half gone, his generosity knows no bounds
With new found wealth
And fabrications to the law
The lad can do that, the bad
He has his innocence all wrapped up
To give and cloud the truth
He will insist, he knows his place
His adorning shell of protection
Swathed in obstinacy, to make him win
He can do that, the lad’s got it all
To sway this and to say that
He can return and adjourn
And court with the masters
To state his piece
He will return to do it again
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