https://allpoetry.com/story/15986820-The-Dinner-Guest-by-Seah-Ray
A Black Tie affair.
The tickets highly prized.
Those covetly invited
definitely not despised.
Since powerful people
with which to dine
is like sun brightly smiling
upon anyone’s spine.
You enter quite appropriately
in your beautiful attire–
tux with tails.
You know here
etiquette is totally required.
Conduct of which no nose
would assail. Since you’ve been informed
of all pertinent details.
Orchestral music mellows quite a few:
Harp and strings plucked precisely.
Anxiety derailed.
Chatter is pleasant
interspersed with laughter
as appetizers are passed.
Glasses clink and waiters scatter.
Crystal sparkles
and nothing should matter
but, you decide–
“Enough!”
You unlace your shoes.
Your socks do lose.
You fling your bowtie across the room.
Then stuff your face fast and greedily.
Toss Champaign down as everyday booze
rather speedily.
Then anger begins to take you there
as eyes spotlight you in disgusted stares.
You think them high-minded and rude.
While some behind lifted hands
whisper about your actions crude.
Hatred in your heart begins to boil.
Though you thought
‘their dinner to spoil.’
You consider this place
far too grand… Too royal.
So you toss hot coffee and tea.
Even as it scorches flesh in close proximity.
Then you quickly step out of your pants
to pee… And a hand taps your shoulder;
not arrogantly…
And a kind voice
repeats: “Excuse me, sir.”…
“Do you require assistance?”
Should you not drop your head
and apologize
immediately?
***
“Maintain your conduct fine among the nations, so that when they accuse you of being wrongdoers, they may be eyewitnesses of your fine works
and, as a result, glorify God in the day of his inspection.” 1 Pet. 2:12.
ITH & SB 