All the fun…
Such big fish
such tiny ponds
eating each other
while blaming the other
These smallest ponds
don’t take
much ego
before seeking
bulimia
Is this high school?
Surely not
So many years ago
why delude
yourself
my much aged
compadré?
Surely
those hormones
no longer surge
nor course
through your body
You tin-pot
ivory tower
clique-seeking
elitist
Take comfort
in your
monopolistic
megalomania
You are no more
loved
than you
deserve to be
We laugh
at your
cliff-edge
grasping