The Enemy

To remain objective

to a closer call

Secretly rejected

and to mediocrity fall

caught on the downslopes of life

the patted shoulder remembers

the elbowed side resists

Encircled ad nauseum

an enemy to define ourselves

an enemy to refine our hate

Encouraging on the negative scale

Bent out of shape is the measuring norm

In words and in writing

No one knows my enemy like I do

A social repellant

(not) merely an adversary

lost to the falling words

Kept the last of all

understood glances

to work against