He wears a casual blazer

with a school shirt

underneath.

He is smiling and saying “hi”

all of the time,

in the company

of people he can use.

When he passes someone independent in the hallway

he doesn’t look at them.

He

like the sad ladybug, whose face is turning blue

attracts the worst

in humanity.

The status game

causes them to fall

and for others

to hope they do.

She

has an opinion

about what needs to be done

because the arbitrary good

confirms

she is right.

She

attacks the validity

of

everything

because

she puts stake in her opinion

but nobody wants to eat it.

They watch

as she fills her dirty mouth

with meat.

At meetings,

she licks her lips

and says, “delicious.”

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