THE LIFE CHAMPION

Selfishness to some is ordinary activity
Fraternity is not part of their retinue
Sensitivity is never experienced
For they never want to know

To take
Use up
And run
Is the aim of the life champion

A conscience?
Sadly the man on top
Seems bred with none
He wants it all
And of course it must be free
To work for it
Is to him some sort of idiocy

He who tramples first
Is sadly better placed
To grab all of life’s gains
With minimum conscious pain

To advance up the greasy pole
Acquiring the accruements of a life
Filled with flattery and hyperbole
Is the aim of him
Who everyone loves to scold

The one who masters this life
We secretly hold up as an ideal
His life philosophy we gladly would aspire to
Despite him never feeling any pangs of conscience
For all he does to disadvantage society

Machismo drenched
And oestrogen poor
The life champion struts and is never a bore

He has a past littered with copses
A present that’s positively glowing
And a future that will be smouldering

Nothing can stop him
No one can identify the true him
He excels in grasping

He is a man with a one sided mission
A man with selfish goals
A man intent on being exceedingly bold

He may win
But only for a time
Ultimately the guy who acts as a brother
Will be the champion of fair play