By: Cedric McClester

They aspire
For an office much higher
Than the one that they hold
As it gets to the wire
One might inquire
Who’ll be left out in the cold
Or if I may be so bold
Whose tent is gonna fold

They’ve set their sights
On loftier heights
Above their present positions
But if nobody bites
We’ll perform the last rites
On their individual ambitions
And not to be contrite
This is said despite their individual positions

Would you agree, mi amigo?
It’s a matter of ego
That drives their aspirations
For some it’s libido
As they thread the needle
And constantly test our patience
Just adding to our frustrations
Never reaching our expectations

It’s an interesting field
Of near-do-wells and well-heeled
Hoping to be the last person standing
As time has revealed
Their fate may be sealed
Despite all the time they spent branding
They can go to hell
If their brand doesn’t sell
And bid the race a farewell



































Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.