Who Pisseth From The Pedestal

It started as a witty, shitty line
of stilted praise for one whose
days in power were numbered.
It gave its author instant fame,
the likes of which depraved an
even mind unbalanced in the
twisted glow of notoriety; he
saved some grace, apologised
and took the blame.

But he, who’s stunted like we
hope to never see again this
earthly life, grabbed at it to
save his worthless claim to an
ascendency he rode with
desperate need. It’s mine, he
wailed, I earned it in the Halls
of Greed, I’ll never let it go again.

The words were scribed for all to
see out where brave men collect
to pee;

“...who pisseth from the
pedestal make larger wave.”
© 27 April 2007, I.D. Carswell