All For One And One For All

Every bully is a bootlicking simp
Who thinks he too may someday be the boss
Where royal habits will never leave him limp
Or in a mood...insufficiently cross.
Alphas, you see, must never seem too weak;
Fear based respect is so hard to sustain
And thicker necks won't let them turn their cheek
To let fresh blood up inside of their lame brain...
Where they escalate, or maybe double down,
Which so often is really just the same
As admitting an envy of the crown
That guarantees a winning of the game,
Until all the meek sharpen their routine...
Where they up and hone...the people's guillotine!