Animus is a napalm
That is sticky against your side.
They abhor how you’re calm
Whenever they start to deride.
You fight, you challenge, you strive.
They want what you make
But detest how you arrive.
You live for your own sake.
They can’t get past
The fact that you earned
Every coin to the last.
It’s something that they never learned.
As a captain of industry you know
That you’ve bled sweat.
And to get where you are you had to go
Past the mediocre set.
Instead, you’ve accomplished great
Feats. Your laurel has thorns.
You embrace their hate
With the playing of horns.
About the Creator
Skyler Saunders
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