What a small man
A petty, small man
Stealing a morsel that never was his
A plate of his rots away meanwhile
What a petty man
To scrounge and groan
And wallop and moan
Grunting profanity, spitting hatred
Squeezing nectar from rock
Shoving it away
In lament and dismay
Torment and abuse
Of an unending unhappiness
Curtailed vantage that wasn’t
An unworldly seizure of
What never would
What a small man..
As small as it may
What a petty man
Blaming it all away
