Do you know how much it hurts?
Like cold water slapping your face.
You said one thing, then did another.
What made you change your mind?

I'm not enraged
Just a bit sad
Though, being led on, perhaps I should be a bit mad.

I know I'll have my chance again
But now I just don't know when.
And that's why it hurts, you see
That this promotion passed over me.

So I'll shed a tear and lick my wounds
And occupy my time with events of greater import.
Listen to the praises they sing to me
And let my troubled mind be free.