gold-star homeboy

I look thus within, seeking verses to satisfy frustration.

Listening, waiting, dreaming, waiting, wondering

Not of necessity, but rather to appease this bubbling sense of dominion,

All to prove a point that needs not to be proven.

I find that words are lost that are spent on speakers unable to listen,

And the lessons they tell could be told back, only to be denied,

As it did not come from their own lips.

Further analyzing my situation leads only to the understanding

That such delegations, as have been passed to me, exist without the luxury of Reason,

As the thirst of one is not deeply considered by He who is not thirsty.

However, if the one without thirst wishes to win favor with the thirsty,

Quenching such thirst thus takes priority, though not quite for the sake of good health,

But instead for the image of the keeper of the precious Water.

The subordinate of such a keeper has many lessons to learn,

The first, of course, being the open acknowledgement of subordination.

The mind is a wonderful tool for carrying out orders,

But a robot is better.

The lesson of acquiring skills comparable to the superior takes more time,

And carries the likelihood of a decreasing sense of authority,

Which rarely plays out well for the submissive party.

The most helpful hint that can be remembered,

Which will carry those under the authority of others in the most trying of times,

Is that the existence of the subordinate, as such, is only valuable so long as it improves the

Image of Him whom is being submitted to.

The lesser, however, can and will remain the victor, so long

As he keeps his wit about him, and never forsakes

The capacity for thought, which the appointed leader

Will most likely have dismissed, striving to be what someone else desires he be.

The motivating factor behind the business of each submissive party        

Must be a sense of duty, and steadfast devotion to such, and never for personal recognition of

Achievement, as the overseer of such accomplishments will most always lay claim

To whatever glory exists therein.

Dignity will forever be sustained so long as the power of the Mind does not go unused;

For smiling leads to victory, complaining to defeat;

Integrity is the path to self-respect and honor, but laziness is a burden to all;

The conscious use of eye-contact will cut like a knife the pride

Of whomsoever wishes to keep his hands clean.

But lo! there is always that one simple Truth,

Guiding each soul tasked with submitting to the ego of another,

Shining like the brightest star in the darkest night,

Bound to an endless knowledge of hope and forever restoring peace of mind:

Karma, is a bitch.

 

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