In the Clouds
I bet you think this poem is about you
Because you are
Wrapped in your own being, blinding you from seeing
That your self-consumption is keeping everyone bleeding.
Your lack of reading our minds
clouds your judgment
And you
Skip to the beat of your own drum
Walking on nine clouds the ninth one
Being the dignity I thought was mine…
You stole it.
See, I bet you think this poem is about you
Because you are poisoned with a head big enough
To fill the sky and that’s where it is…
You are so far from attached that
Your body parts flail uncontrollable
Like you’re drowning or falling…
As you
Toot your own horn and
Have feelings of grandeur
Your narcissism causes me to feel spiders of cynicism
Escaping my brain
I know you think this poem is about you
Think you are the president when you are really
The assistant
You think you are the leader when you are really the follower’s
follower
You think you are the alpha when you are the serpent
Your words pierce souls like knives in tension
Your soldiers resent you because your scent smells like something gone
sour
Your laugh…no, no…your cackle
makes us shudder
Get your mind out of the gutter
Because you
Always think this poem is about you
You think everything is about you and
You wonder why they laugh at you
They think of you as nothing but a pawn
Dude, come on
Your leadership is a joke, your words are nothing we spoke
Action reflects leadership
And we act like we lack hope
You are a thief
A stealer of happiness
You are a liar
A dishonest “other” that thinks he is higher than another
Your ego is a poison wrapped up in your arrogance
Seasoned with your fake intimidation
No one is scared of you
We are all adults, yet you treat us like your children
She is 3 and I am 2…
You think we owe you something that is past due.
The sight of you makes me pity you.
Your voice makes my ears cry.
You constantly try to control us
Leering over our shoulders like an unwanted lover
Micromanaging is your lust
You intercept our communication
And spike the ball in the core of our confidence.
Our fake smiles make you feel comfort
Like you are in a one-man show
When we speak
You lash us with your own words
Silence us with your mental captivity
Drown us with your beady-eyed glare.
Yes, this poem is about you…
But don’t feel like you have given us proof.
We talk about you like a fool. We laugh at you like a clown.
You are not a chief.
This poem is about how you let us down.
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