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To the victors go the vanquished - by their choice |
| Dance of the Vanquished Adorned in all their finery revelers partake of buffoonery, leaders having gained the prize compel the minions take the dais. Like mardi gras without the beads a carnivale aura proceeds, as ribald laughter and puffery overwhelm once proud solemnity. The defeated are brought to share the stage, to celebrate their own carnage, to memorialize each false hope’s death, with every stroke of the gilded pen. Corporate takeover now complete vanquished and victor each applaud the feat, granting leaders the plumage of wealth while those left behind just tighten the belt. I close the slats on the window shade to block my view of the boardroom’s tirade; I realize I’m not meant to spend each day in meaningless pursuit of frivolous gain; I quietly retype my resume. *** Submitted October 2014 to "Invalid Item" ** Image ID #1092660 Unavailable ** |