In this work-a-day world where everyone competes
It is as true as light that we’ll have victories and defeats
And always someone who wants to rule and dominate
Thinking that makes them the winner to compensate
For darker losses that they feel deeper than deep inside
So, they bully others in the vain, futile attempt to hide
That when tested in their marrow they came up lacking
And unlike the sailor who resorts to mindful tacking
They only know how to be a bull in a China shop
Because if nothing else at least it packs quite the wallop
Clutter and chaos becomes their best sort of life
As they forget to make peace and only seek strife
Suggesting that to be nicer is to succeed in being weaker
When considering this, I’d say maybe measure the speaker


