Prestige

What is this
Chagrin
As I sit in the wake
Of those who have
Achieved

At a grand table
I have a seat
With them
For a discourse
And a five course
Dinner

Dressed to the nines
In a black tie
Looking around at
“Competition”

Mohagany has never
Been so uncomfortable
Under tall ceilings and
Crystal chandeliers

Don’t know who paid
For this
Don’t know who
Organized it

I’m enjoying the food
But
What have I done
To earn this?

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