Reception Ii - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Bright crystal chandelier winks, rainbow eyes
reflect above white damask, black bow ties.
Tight fitting, custom styled, rich evening dresses
flirt flitting, sit or circle smart addresses.
The silver sparkles still, but can[t] chit chat
where greed, ambition, steer seek tit for tat?
Bank and bad chance reach meet, both calculating
rank, land, advance, retreat, each other bating.
The scene is set, the ‘highest in the land’
stalk tall, small talk, with motives underhand,
fawning give and take, exclusive brand
stands glass in hand, cliques in-jokes understand,
don’t dare aloud let trust transcend bores' noise,
won’t where a crowd. Met lust bans friend, or cloys.
So glassy eyed, its rare they’re lies without.
So pass we by, fresh air there lies, without.
Bright tinkling chandelier gleams still on high,
frames dirty dishes, empty room awry.
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