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Scheming, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The opulent banquet was so crowded,
At tables guests were shoulder to shoulder.
Noise level deafening as all chatted,
But not a one spoke with any candor.

Each story being told became longer,
Much longer than that of a monkey’s tale.
Each is here to be a social climber,
But by night’s end many would surely fail.

Why was I here amongst this den of thieves?
Sheltering my eyes from the shiny paste.
Wretched am I, one too who deceives,
Fooling myself that I’m among the chaste.

On the upward ladder not wanting to
Forfeit my place. Committed to the game,
Doing what’s needed to stay in the queue.
In silence, I admit this is a shame.