Contempt

I’m guilty of a lack of love;
I show such disrespect
To one who’s clearly far above
The station I reflect.

It isn’t that I envy him
Of covet his success,
But, if he had a bit more vim,
I think I’d hate him less.

He takes no pride, though, in his work;
That’s something I can’t bear.
It leads the one who does to shirk
And get their kicks elsewhere.

But just because I’m such a drudge
Is no excuse to bear a grudge.

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