nervous gas
challenges knifed
by blinding favoritism
polite veneer
paints pretty
a hard darkness beneath
by means of interaction
we only skim
the cool glassy surface
the tips of our fingers
burn to return
with a touch that could
make betrayal itself
recoil
so to then stand back up
to be more real and effectual
fairness' lesser known cousins is
tiring and time consuming
to be perpetually looking through
so many unclear layers
sorting for ones self
which one is best suited
to give hope the best wish
options flake away
leaving a less than worthy
disappointment
personal growth sends its
roots deeper
in spite of all that pitiful thwarting
wresting from illusion's grip
the fruits it so craves.............
(Sept 27, 2015 1139am)
Author's Notes/Comments:
I wrote this about a co worker of mine who many times would give me really short calls and many times with no tip so he could then in turn give the longer calls with the good tip at the end to people he must like better. It bothered me for a long time and this poem was born of that. I know I can't change things so I just let it slide besides there are other coworkers who give me far better calls and show some favoritism to me so I tell myself you have to take the bad with the good. I just take it and don't make waves and once in a blue moon he surprises me and tosses me a good one but it's rare. I also employ my favorite defense mechanism one of my mottos is the worse they are to me I am all the nicer to them. In short kill em with kindness. Besides, I have always believed people who do not treat others fairly only short change their own souls. They might think they are doing damage to another but really they are only harming themselves. This poem helped me to release some of those pent up negative feelings I'd been having about that particular co worker so I am glad for that. Anyway enjoy.
