Ambitions Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Misdeeds seem to come easily to inflict.
When some perceive,
A position they have been given...
Not to earn.
Gives them the right to see,
What they can do to others.
Just to torment them.
Permitting a satisfaction,
From doing this they get.
To discover from another,
How quick that slip to the bottom arrives.
Done by those who sit at the top.
Knowing when to stop their nonsense.
And why the doing,
Is a process unbelievably swift.

"But...
I thought you told me,
You had ambitions to be a janitor? "

-I do.
I see nothing wrong with that.
There are several ways I like my eggs.
And none do I keep in one basket.
If any should crack,
I've learned to be responsible for that.-

"And to me...
That makes no sense at all."

-And my eyes?
Do they appear wide open,
As if I am surprised?
Oh.
And before I forget.
Here, you might need this.-

"What is it? "

-A job application.
I understand there is a position opening.
On the first floor.
Right above the basement.-

"I don't know anyone there."

-Be curious.
And don't bring your pretensions with you.-