Hidden Red

The Game

The game goes by the name
Manipulation
It is the key to every sort of adulation
Surprisingly, in every kind of situation
This obviously leads to enormous elation
Unless of course,
There is a cause for aggravation
Which, may be the case with those not fond of exploitation
However, then one might ask
Why did the critic’s internal navigation
Lead him to this exact corporation
Or was it actually a subconscious motivation
Going against all bodily hesitation
To earn exactly the sort of reputation
That causes others to exert an immoral fascination
With which accompanies the predisposition
To aim the blame
At someone else.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 16, 2011

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