I choose the people
for my inner circle
so I can play golf
while they do the work,
all slavishly striving
in my looming shadow
courting my favor,
it makes me so glad.
Oh, if they make me cross,
of course, they get booted
but they don't complain
'cuz they're needy and stupid —
sad, insecure, human debris.
In fact, they are all
losers like me.
