Begrudgingly To Judge

From a point of view,
Done to do.
I would suggest and give my opinion.
However...
With a begrudgingly reluctance,
I know for a fact...
No position am I in,
To pass my judgement given on anyone.
I use to try it.
To eventually discover,
My own feelings of regret and remorse.
And that kind of feeling,
Is worse to feel.
Than a pretending sadness.
Going through an anticipated divorce.
Instead of screaming joy to be released,
Freed!
From a drug induced delusion.

Too much today is thrown at people.
As if surviving through a game,
Of an innocent playing of dodge ball.
Ultimately to admit to oneself,
Consequences to pay await.
Even if one intends to win and does.
To then with reluctance,
Must pretend humility...
To avoid a jumping like a child,
For a toy to wish to get...
On Christmas Day.
Disbelieving dreams do come true.

And for whatever the reason,
People these mind bending days.
Take initiative with ambition,
To openly expressed?
With a doing to see this done?
Annoys the many awaiting,
One close to approaching the finish line...
Trip and fall crying on their behind.

And why?
Well...
It's that sinister spirit.
Dwelling within us.
With a making this taught,
To believe and it hoped.
That most of us are underdogs.
The butt end of told jokes.
No matter who does what.
And at their best to achieve,
A successful and pleasing outcome.
Wishing to anticipate.
Begins to be greeted,
With scrutiny and disdain.

Although...
We will sit.
Denying we are also hypocrites.
Conflicted with dueling personalities.
Wanting it wished,
Some pain and agony shown.
But with grace and appreciation.

On one hand we champion,
Our heros to applaud them.
And on the other hand,
If these same heros...
Should respond with arrogance?
Unforgivable is the hush of disgust,
Immediately overcoming us.
With a showing.
How dare someone express,
Their confidence so publicly.

This becomes just as irritating,
As if someone who confesses...
Their competence.
Common sense and intelligence to use.
What then do we do?
We boo and hiss!
Without reluctance or begrudging,
Or hesitating to judge the incident.
Without broken bones or limbs twisted.
How and why...
Should we stand so tall and proud?
Especially if there is no chauffeur,
Opening a closed limousine door.

We are all in holes like groundhogs.
Prepared to announce,
The coming of Spring.
Dressed to impress.
Yet loving if it should rain or snow.

Fools!
We make known just who we are.
Creatures for a taste of bittersweet evil!

'Uh...what?
WHAT DID HE JUST CALL US?
AND TO OUR PRETENTIOUS...
STATUS GRABBING DIGNIFIED FACES!?'

'Idiots!'

'Oh!
How embarrassing.
I misunderstood.
I thought I heard him call us fools!'

'He did earlier.
When we were cheering and applauding,
His 'majestic' entrance.
And red carpet walk approach...
To the podium.
He smiled very wide not to know,
His microphone was 'hot'.
As if to have been practicing,
Ventriloquism!'

'Well...
He does have his ways
Of attracting us.
And...
That's a relief to hear,
About the microphone.
At least he did not get burned!'

'Not yet!'

'Hmmm?
I'm sorry.
Were you talking to me?'

'No.
Myself.'