Dynasty

Whether or not my hair disturbs the wind
So much that it tries to push it aside
I will prevail.
Regardless of my handwriting’s clear bias
To use cursive words instead of straight talk
I will continue.
Without concern for the dust mite’s new home
Lodged in between the bed and carpet’s unison
I will not let up.

Warranting no promises of solidarity
Of inclusion that they want to see hovering
On my résumé above my qualifications

With no hope to set aside an allowance
Of lost dignities and trademarks
In order to pull support for an undisclosed platform

Through the thickness of the soup I’m boiling
Where my enemies try to pollute the surroundings
and taint the aroma -
SO THAT SOMETHING SMELLS FISHY
I will leave a dynasty of an impact.