The Maggot. The Flea.

Two faced handleing of power.

Maggots amass at the center of rotting meat,
Clustering its’ wormy self around that which
Is unfortunate to be still;
Quiet.
Complacent.

You, dressed in prêt-à-porter garb
Purporting artificial intelligence;
Boasting competence.
Corruptible.
Indecent .

I told you to align yourself well, didn’t I?
You chose influence and your slimy self will know
And feel the result of flawed loyalty.
Loathsome.
Incongruent.

Two faced, fork-tongued liar that you are;
So suited to live in the penal complex you create
Daily for others to live in.
Machiavellian.
Dependent.

Fleas gather to feed on the uniformed host;
Working in knots, breeding, endlessly bent
On formulating an itch that can not be scratched.
Mindless.
Omnipresent.
This is you;
The Maggot.
The Flea.