He, with his wallet, buys a thrill,
Thirteen grand for a night to kill—
But call him out, oh, don’t you dare,
Suddenly, you’re “crazy,” unfair.
The same guy who taught me to assert,
Now scolds my voice, calls it perverse.
“Don’t you have chores or better things to do?
Try finding a guy who’ll put up with you.”
Funny, how “peace” is all he seeks,
While planting chaos, snide critiques.
Says he’s here for “mental health,”
While gambling mine to boost his wealth.
Boundaries? Oh, they’re fine for him—
But if I protest, it’s “Just another whim.”
He lectures me on how I should behave,
While stashing his dignity in a shallow grave.
So here’s to the “mentors” who teach and preach,
Who claims “assertive” yet cowers and screechs.
Stakeholders, executives, suit and tie—
Funny how high that ladder is when built on a lie.
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