AT THE TOP

A poem about the innate struggle to be on top

Breeding for survival,
let the best man win.
Man's social struggle,
to a top no man understands.

Willing to neglect
his own self and man
to swim in a sea
of more neglect
which no man comprehends.

A hope of power,
it eats at his soul
for no man has it
but all men play it.

But swimming at the top
is slavery.
Drowning in the top
is back breaking labor.

But what's at the top
is the appearance of power
the appearance of
all things lusted for

We breed for the top
to have the shameless man win.
No man seems to understand.