Decrease
By Jonathan Bennett
It sounds humble, and they believe it is;
Because, I'm the God-talker, one chosen
To be, somehow, unlike, to be holy
And beyond such green envy jealousy.
Maybe they need me to be. To be a
Hero they can emulate but, likely,
I'll just be an ideal that's an excuse.
What I should say: He makes me retch, rage,
And want to sit back waiting for him to
Fail, for the cheers to turn to angry chants
Just before the crowd humbles him just like
His Presence has humiliated me.
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