I sit with a blank mind
Close my eyes
Think
What is there to say?
I am not angry
There is so much to do
So much potential
I have heard all the excuses
Listened to the loud voices
Then waited
All blow; no go
Typical
Not my first rodeo
The big shots dance
Think it is romance
Never show up
With a fistful of cash
They talk the talk
Interfere with my walk
So dismissive
Of ideas
That are clearly good
Would benefit many
Cost them no money
But they know better
Would rather argue
Bring in a lawyer
To defend their position
Good things go undone
They are always the spoiler
What they like
Is telling others
What to do
Then want the credit
But never step up
Or roll up their sleeves
Then speak gently
About their ideas
And nothing gets done
Isn’t that just the way
The way to nowhere
Stanski
November 6, 2020 ^