Poem: Twenty Percent

 

Twenty Percent

presentable people

whose attire trends stylish and shiny,

who flock through rituals

of paperwork and antihistamine.

social people

whose poise and banter lubricates,

while eyes glance down at chests

but not really,

or flirtable butts mouths hands eyes feet legs

faces arms throats.

 

afficianados

of well-bred cat-poodles and fondues,

who banter through another workday,

then rush home all clickety to consume

an escherian rabbit hole 

of whack-a-mole peekaboo screens.

 

in the underbelly

of their electronic briefcases

maybe there lurks a nonrefundable

‘who-am-i-and where?

why so starved for time?’

 

or maybe not.

 

fussy people

who appraise croissants

and the nuances of coffee beans,

who crave the latest chic and surgical skins.

lucky people

who squat on porcelain

to steal a moment to ponder--

or simply not to think at all

about whatever else

is going to be.

 

 

 

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