he was a person
who
had to have his way.
it was all about him.
always.
he couldn't stop being
on call.
making the sale.
glad handing all who
crossed his path.
hey buddy.
hey pal.
my friend.
did you lose weight,
you look
great. younger.
smarter. you even smell
good today.
he was the life of the party,
but dead inside.
full of baloney
and casual, unending lies.
he couldn't have
everything he wanted
he found out
in the end.
some things
were out of reach.
some people came to their
senses and escaped
his greedy clutches.
some things slipped through
his hands
because he was too busy
holding onto
everything and everyone
else.
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