Joab and Tigh

just a short poem about the perks of leadership

King David was a righteous king,

A shepherd loved by God,

And Joab did the ugly work

Without a single nod.

A principal can stroll the halls,

Grandfatherly and kind.

His number two’s the children’s bane,

Reviled in student mind.

The highest of the high can shine,

All warmth and lenity,

Their trusted second is the sting.

Cursed in synecdoche.

Every Adama needs a Tigh,

All discipline and screeds,

Since troops can sooner love a chief

Untainted by cruel deeds.