You have a title
You lack our respect
Because you were given, what wasn't earned
You bribed your way to the top
With false words of praise
You greased the wheels with perfection
Scaled the ladder of promotion like a monkey
The years of being a pet has earned you freedom
What amazes me most, is your blindness to your privilege
You don't recognize your condescendence
Your words are faint to those below your elevation
What gets me through the day with a smile
Is watching your mindless admirers cater to your whim
They adore you to the point of helplessness
Sacrificing their freedom to ride your coat tails
For the payment of token praise and artificial thanks
I often choke on the prejudice of the system
It is biased to the point of being grotesque
The subjectivity is borderline dictatorship
Will the masses awake and become wise to the scam?

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