To defeat a man
Most thoroughly,
You need not weapon swift nor smart.
But sidle up most lovingly
And fasten to his heart.
As years progress,
Breathe promises
Of glory, wealth, and fame.
Instill in him the hope of bliss,
Make fortitude his aim.
Each time he stumbles
To the dirt
And bruises ego, faith, and will,
Encourage him to onward press,
Push forward fighting still.
At last success
Within his grasp,
At golden years of latter life.
As aged hands reach fortune's gate,
Then aim and thrust the knife.
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