Those who find strength
In making others yield,
Are not really that strong
They surround themselves,
With a masculine thong
It’s all very much an illusion,
Backed up by others around,
Physically muscular
But their insecurities are strong,
They flex their muscles
To hide their weak minds,
Use fear and intimidation
But often you’ll actually find,
If you stand toe to toe with them
Their ego and power soon wilts,
Because it’s all a creation and not inborn
Their ego trotters around on stilts,
And it’s ok when others don’t challenge
And when their posse surrounds,
But isolate them and give them a nudge
Then they soon topple to the ground,
And you’ll hear them cry, life is not fair
And I have no pity for these types,
And actually find for them that I don’t care,
Because now the threat they masqueraded
Is now finally no longer there.
fauxcroft 
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