I admit.

I once watched those mindless men who straddle on the airwaves.

They wore blue and red like hammerheads of corporate greed.

And I also admit,

To the way I used to eat up their words, ravenous for their confidence,

The smiles pulled wide by all those people searching their well-planned disguises.

But I will not admit, no way.

No how.

That every now and then, my strength might fail me,

And I’ll find myself watching with strained eyes to see their smiles again.