They did come.
And in time,
Chased away by slander.
Bearing food coupons,
And other certificates...
To shower them with gifts.
It was decided amongst the people,
They did not have an accepted presence.
So they were treated rudely and dismissed.
Carrying maps where treasures were located,
Those berated left...
Because they were not dressed to impress.
The others who wore suits and ties.
And in 'After 6' attire...
Continued on in their façades,
In unspoken wishes...
There was a feast to feed,
Where empty place settings sat.
At least crumbs to lick on vacant dishes.
Even though they looked the part,
Hunger and desire to eat...
Did not treat them to satiate one bit of that!
And many among them chose to dine on pretentions.
Daring not to mention,
A nourishment missing...
Would increase an added spice to their lives!
And those dismissed with secrets,
Were not the ones bowing their heads in shame!
Those dismissed with secrets,
Offered their services to those receptive.
The ones who left behind,
Their days of playing psychological games.
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