There are those with selective memories,
Who take it upon themselves to forget...
Those times others found to find,
To put aside their own interests...
To ensure the ones who had 'forgotten',
Who had been there to assist 'their' capability...
To put them on a path in which they would meet success.
But made to be convinced,
Recognition comes with no other assistance done...
Is how they achieved a success to be believed,
Until the doing of their misdeeds increases to grease...
That ladder climbed on the backs of others,
Becomes a slippery slide that brings them to their knees.
'I remember you from 'somewhere'.'
~You should.
You and your 'friends' did all you could,
To assassinate my character to set your own traps.~
'Oh.
Oh yeah.
Would you happen to have five dollars?
I'm trying to get this grease off my hands.'
~Sure.
But holding onto it you will have to prove.~
'I can't.
You keep pulling it away.'
~That's strange.
It seems as if it was yesterday,
Taking anything away from me...
Would have been the least of your problems.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem