
Dismissed out of hand
for a few years.
Quaint at best,
A nuisance for certain.
But certainly not
dangerous.
Slander assured
type casting
as the bad apple,
a sinister label
he wore casually like denim.
It did not so much stick,
but instead, formed
a protective shield
to operate behind,
in isolation.
Oh, the outlandishness
of his unscripted
improvisations.
It’s nothing at all
they would tell their superiors
who questioned
the unexpected
recurrences of chaos
boomeranging on them,
upsetting their proverbial
apple cart.
No, really, in unison
they harmonized,
attempting to reconstruct
the comfort of their denial,
it’s nothing at all.
It is amazing when it appears that there is only one bad apple in many a rotten organisation.
Bingo… Group projections onto a scapegoat.