likes itself and it looks so good in the mirror
walking down the red carpet.
is a story you hear about in the news
this is our hero of the week
lies buried in little incremental shadows
that, won’t be seen by the um..hum New Yorker.
That’s all they, them, we care about
how can I align myself to this Success!!!
I can tell by the, our conversation
where on the ladder you’ve considered my climb
I know by your sincere pretense that you want nothing to do with me
but where were you when success seemed so fair, so equal
far out of reached, and yet like moths we’re starving towards its glow
and where were you when success was just a small room
a dying plant, no AC in the summer and freezing in the winter
where were you when I needed a friend.