Favorites Of Whomever May Best Flatter Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Limited in vision.
And rehashed personality clashes,
Prioritized with egos thriving...
On attention to get.
As their environments slip,
Away from the light of consciousness.
While they maneuver to maintain,
A kept false social status.
As those who oppress them gain,
Benefits of fools proving the ease...
Of their manipulation.
Isolated to believe themselves,
Favorites of whomever may best...
Flatter their lack of worth and purpose.

'You are so good at what you do.
I can use you to greet,
Those who arrive at my events.'

~You mean like a security guard? ~

'Oh No.
You are much more important than that.
I would like to assign you,
As a guardian of those...
I depict and invite as having established taste.
You will be the first they see to welcome them.
Think of yourself...
As a hospitality agent.'

~Oooohhh.
Yes.
Where would you like me to welcome them? ~

'At the door.
You have such a wonderful and pleasant smile.
I will supply you, free of charge...
With a uniform.
And also...
Consider your pay as negotiable.
I don't like that term 'minimum'.
That's so...yesterday-ish.
You feel me? '

~Yes, suh. I do.~