Status To Have It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Some may be heard,
To brag about their status.
As if an addiction.
Needing quick a 'hit' of it.
To raise their heads high.
Up and boosted.
Proud and lifted by this 'fix'.
Like a membership received.
From a fraternal order.
Pledging their lives to swear,
Commitment and loyalty.
To remain faithful to themselves.
Regardless of what others believe.

A status quo to know it had.
May deprive others,
Deemed less fortunate.
To rub elbows and secretly glad hand.
And they are the ones,
Left out of the 'loop'.
Yet pay from dwindling pockets.
To keep those with 'status' who have it,
Using every divisive apparatus...
That keeps those below them,
Accustomed to jumping through hoops.
For limited treats.
But fed treats and tricks on them played.
Everyday.
Known to be shown.
That the having of status had,
Means to demean.
As long as their activities,
Are kept understood.
And envied to have it believed,
Living to deceive and greed exclusively...
Is an entitlement.
No matter who is left behind.
With less to undermine.
Accepting their expections,
To be continually ignored.
As they protest being rejected.

And this,
Is what status to have it is.