A child grows up
Always being told
He can do anything he wants
Taught to be so bold
Years pass as he grows older
His hand in daddy’s pocket
Getting whatever he wants
Daddy’s rich enough not to stop it
He cheats, lies and abuses
Feeding his childish ego
His wishes all granted
No one dares to say no
Power can be a dangerous thing
In the hands of an ego-maniac
The whole world his toy
With an unstable brain he lacks
He talks in circles
The ultimate narcissist
He’s the greatest he claims
Belief in him he insists
In life some things
Go hand in hand
And some things don’t… like
Power in the wrong hands
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True words AP, why do those in power think that they are always right!
Andy
They are delusional Andy, thanks for reading. 🙄
Now, I dunno about Bank of Mum and Dad. But KP knows the Bank of Orchi! She visits it every day. lol.
OK Orchi, here's what you do: put Monopoly money in your pocket and tell her to buy her Botox with that. 😁👍
If I didn't know you better I'd say this has trump written all over it. 🌹
But Teddy, you do know me better. 😁👍
Power in the wrong hands leads to disaster,
As was chosen a totally deadly monster,
Too late as we appointed a wrong master,
Catastrophe can be awaited damn faster !
Thanks for reading and commenting mvvenkataraman. 👍
Spot on, AP. Completely agree.
Thank you Tom, glad you can agree. 😁👍
This sounds an awful lot like someone I unfortunatley know. They spiral out of control because they are never able to walk it back, so habituated are they to a pattern of behavior, and it makes them totally pridictable. They cannot tolerate any form of criticism, so fragile is their ego that they must constantly reinforce, to themselves, how perfect they are. They were done no favors by being always indulged, it's made them morally weak and dangerous. You capture it all perfectly in this poem my friend, the wrong hands kill everything they touch. Bravo!!
They make you feel like you want to put up a fence around yourself from them. And the worst part of it is they don't even realize they make you feel that way.
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