the mission
of the tactician,
to avoid
ideas attrition,
reaches limits
of ambition
once faced
with derision.
the tactician’s
failed volition,
through own
inept admission,
erupts in
endless division
amid constant
condescension.
when afforded
deposition,
the tactician’s
backtrack tact
heads back
to original
insistance,
always steadfast
in mission,
“it’s really not
my decision.”