One of the poems I wrote. Unnamed Traitor I know a man who views himself as a victim and a king. He wants to control the people or really, control everything. He acts just like an infant He lies just like himself He tells the tallest tales about his money and his wealth He wants to rule the people but doesn’t follow rules He thinks that he’s a brainiac but doesn’t have the tools He wants to rule things his way because only his way counts He can’t remember valuations or what’s in bank accounts. He doesn’t have a heart He doesn’t have a clue All he has is his money and the admiration of a few. Someday he’ll pay the price He’ll have to answer to us all He climbed up to the top and from the top-he’s going to fall.