Badgered Poem by James Hart

O Lord, help me.

Traps laid to catch me
He’s not wanted
He’s a threat
I’ll show my power over him
And I’ll enjoy it.

First Bruce
A closet critic
In the toilets to others
Never to me
No use.

Then Barbara
Lately given power
She abused it
A mistaken promotion
No use

Surprisingly Michael
A good start but threatened
Unable to overcome feelings
A clerical error
No use.

Unsurprisingly Marcos
Malicious and twisted
Tacitly supported by the incompetent David
Left shortly after he saw me off
No use

Then Chris, quiet and inscrutable
Still waters running deep
Saw only his agenda
Fundamentalist and spineless
No use

Finally Neill, lying and deceitful
Untrustworthy, incommunicative
Determined to build no bridges
A dangerous loner
No use

United across my career by 2 things:
They called themselves Christians
And they were a thorn in my side
Harmful, self seeking and defective
They were no use.

O Lord, help me.

©2009
James Hart