You
What can I say about a person
who's turned me into their prey thing?
I've turned a cheek a few dozen times.
Taken on the burden of their procrastination.
Always at a heavy price.
You look at my passiveness as weakness.
Another opportunity to pile on more B.S.
You've shrugged off, even snickered at my ideas.
Only later to turn them into your own.
Your rewards were at the expense of my defeats.
My defeats are a light in your beacon.
The powers that be don't even see it.
You're an expert at waving perfume over your stink.
….and it's not just me.
There were many others before me.
With similar stories, but we're voiceless.
Because you're a brown-nose supreme.
I was warned about your mischief.
Your sleight-of-hand gift for manipulation.
I didn't listen.
I even took your side at times.
But they were right
You take advantage when it fluffs your ego.
Then sweet-talk your way back into line.
Then rinse and repeat time after time.
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