They did not want it to appear,
They associated with me...
Publicly.
Until the host of the event,
We attended...
Announced,
If it had not been for my efforts...
There would not have been an event,
To attend.
What did those pretentious do?
Cracked faked smiles.
As if in the doing,
They were compensating me for my time.
And I thought of them to be a dime a dozen.
A waste of space manipulated!
With a doing to me a favor...
By keeping their distance and staying away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem