Henchman

stranded in a life in which your struggle
for acceptance is a never-ending chore,
upbraided for your actions past and present
and rewarded for ideas
of the future's bright open door,
the henchman is the human analogue of
the suffering multitudes who like good
dogs sit and lick for their reward,
so what good advice have I got for you to
insure against your likely metamorphosis into this reprobate?
don't be a henchman,
stand on your laurels do what no one else
does and praise the good of other men
for good man's sake,
and when everyone else in the world
follows your lead (although a cold day in hell it will surely be),
that is when the entire world shall live in harmony...