What Is The Point Of This? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Grease your hands.
Make sure they are nice and slick.
I will give you this piece,
Of smooth crystal glass.
Try to not let it slip.
Hold onto it with a quick grip.

'It falls!
What is the point of this? '

Even though that piece breaks,
Take another piece.
Hold onto that!
Do whatever it takes!

'This is not going to work.
I feel like an absolute jerk! '

Now take off your shoes.
And hand them to me.
Try not to get bruised!
You can exit whenever,
The opportunity agrees.

'There is shattered glass all around me.
If I take a step...
In any direction,
My feet will surely bleed! '

I know.
I just wanted to show,
The power of the oil.
And how having it can make one spoiled.
You have proven this test means,
My oil is supreme.
And since I possess it,
I'll leave you to assess the excessive mess!

'But wait!
Give me back my shoes.'

No!
This is my test.
You have been used!
See how easy a greed can tease.
When you think something done...
That first looks simple,
Leaves you the one looking quite dumb!

'Where are you going?
Bring me back my shoes.
I demand my shoes this instant...
Or else! '

Or else what?
I am in control here!