Revenge- a poem

We are sharks,
the leaders in internet advertisement.
we cause resentment and a couple of larks.
We flock the sheep,
making them leap in ever bigger debt.
We are enthusiastic entrepreneurs,
living for the world’s grandeur’s.
Dining in a expensive restaurant,
with a waiting list as big as my fist.
Hanging with beautiful, unintelligent women,
go powdering there nose with that white stuff.
Protecting our semen,
taking a little snuff just for kicks,
kicking her out before breakfast.
And then he comes along,
a man lean and strong.
He says that the game is finished,
I felt my strength diminished.
He pulled out a gun,
shot me trough the head.
He had his moment of fun,
and I joined the legion of the dead.

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