Glamour Psychosis

There is a long journey that can be taken standing still For years one wakes each day in charge of a company or a pack ordering about the staff making decisions some with a soupcon of well calculated derision At the top there is the glamour associated with being the wolf that eats not only first but also the fur of all rivals Much later on as time creeps, claws and advances to cover the power and brawn a letting go takes place but not by the wolf who clutches at the stolen prize with the few remaining teeth still waiting patiently waiting to be rotted out It is the people who slowly file away friends and even family But those poor laggards who hesitate you ensnare or try with lies, manipulation, deception You perhaps parade in a gold chain thinking that alone will bind the prey How vain