No One
Sighs
Whether
preoccupied with syncope or lacerated by kris blades,
Theres no
reason for governing oneself per popularity; we die alone.
On deathbeds, no
one ever sighed on unaccrued money or notoriety.
More readily,
people wished theyd made better choices, shared love.
After all,
its no fluke that many folks haunted by aphantasia longed
For
sober, chaste, sensible,
prudent, as well as wise resolves.
Whenever wastrels
cease breathing, their complicity in all manner of
Affairs lowers
their status; their lives stay anathema to gravesite visitors.
Dark others
disrepute becomes the law for their neglected resting places.
Equally,
merely lambent mortals get heralded as champions or
victors.

Fulsome
Excessive flattery
often lines inviligators pockets, self-esteem, overall essence.
See, they redeem
our compliments for inflated importance.
Pitifully, some
folks need such artificial standing.
If we dawt, i.e.,
make pets of supervising persons, likely theyll utter no protest,
No remonstration
that we minions ought never to have attempted
Elevating them,
our overseers.
Higher-ups, after
all, negotiate power through intimidation, extortion, timeworn
Forms of bullying.
If theyre competent in terrorizing we underlings,
Their realms
balanced.

Gaud
Showy, purely
ornamental folks, like handfuls of plumpy stone fruit,
Fail as locums for
chocolate, date nights, cashmere sweaters. Theyd
Rather embrace
mingin acts such that vomit, not asterisms, prescribe
Ways in which they
ought to throw back accounts of deeds otherwise
Forgotten.
Contrariwise, less
flashy friends tend to buy cat climbing gyms besides
Purchasing
scratching posts for misled partners. They cede before boys
Or girls can
wrestle away all manner of trust, else tumble to heartbreak
Speaking
feline never ever fixed hearts wrecked by entitled lovers or
Assuaged
them.