They spent more time backstabbing him,
with insecurities plain as day.
Yet the audience gathered.
Were they feathered or what?
The nest got bigger,
migrating more and more—
hatred, conniving, and shifting
became the wreckage of missed mistakes.
…Who’s really the problem,
anyways?
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