Success Poem
There is a dark side to success.
Sweet like honey and thick with flavor.
Created through tedious hard work.
Watch as all the pests come crawling.
Taking advantage of your tiredness and distraction.
They crave it.
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What is yours, can be quickly lost.
Consumed by the undeserving no matter the amount.
Purity never mattered to them either.
Happily poisoning themselves on the forbidden.
Hoarding what they cannot use.
Until it all goes to rot.
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Never let them have it.
They may come bearing gifts.
They only seek to take.
Instead, trust those who help protect your success.
Not trying to worm their way to treasure.
For the good ones are also part of your success.