The Perfect Con

The Perfect Con

A Poem by RoyRogers

The perfect Con,
putting on a show for all the pions
Watch the sheep as they line up
We are the gods leading them along
Everyone follows the chain of command
Kill one figure head and the sheep follow the new man
There is no loyolty in men
There is only the system
To get to the top
You have to climb heads
who did you burn, who is left dead
Life is a show and we all perform
Shallowness has the greatest reward
In the end you learn the rules
Anyone can be burned, you play the game
The ones at the top are the smartest players
Always out to snuff each other
In the end everyone loses
A Constant struggle
To lead the world
Life is just one big struggle
Get to the top so they knock you down

© 2016 RoyRogers


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