a lifetime of anticipation,
I waited for the Great Feast
a lifetime of discipline,
to spare my appetite
not to spoil it
On mere junk food
As the big day came
The Menu was discussed
In exquisite detail
I was told,
About all the dishes
Their tastes and flavours
Hungry as a roaring lion
I patiently waited at the door
Inside the hallowed hall
My feast was being set
Pure white linen
****** crockery
And golden cutlery awaited
At my seat of honour
With tremendous pomp
The doors swung open
The majestic hall
in candle lit beauty
beckoned and welcomed
my every step
The servants showed my throne
Where I sat down.
Gleaming lids covered my feast
With
Candle light dancing on the polished gold
Hors d ouvres first,
destroyed I was when I saw
That someone else
was here before
My wonderful roast
Already carved,
Huge chunks eaten
And dry bones left
Fresh green peas
Were rudely dug in
By filthy fingers
No manners for a spoon
Desert was half eaten
Ice cream left to melt
And of after dinner mints
Only a handful left
Thus then violated,
My beautiful feast!
Others snuck in
And ravaged my table
They left some crumbs
spoilt leftovers
As the Locusts went on
Without a care!
Now I sit hungry
Alone and forgotten
Staring in disbelief
At my desolate table
How I wish I had known,
Before I came in
That the menu was a lie
And someone else had been
Elsewhere I'd have gone and eaten
Or at least not starved myself
In anticipation for a feast
That the Locusts have eaten
Daylight revealed my majestic hall,
merely an old shed
Where the Locusts were WELCOMED!
Far from being the guest of honour
I am instead the lowly servant
No rights or privilege
Left to clean the Locusts' mess
A live cockroach, if I can catch
Sustains me, barely
I fill my chipped cup
With tears of sadness
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
a lifetime of anticipation,
I waited for the Great Feast
a lifetime of discipline,
to spare my appetite
not to spoil it
On mere junk food
As the big day came
The Menu was discussed
In exquisite detail
I was told,
About all the dishes
Their tastes and flavours
Hungry as a roaring lion
I patiently waited at the door
Inside the hallowed hall
My feast was being set
Pure white linen
****** crockery
And golden cutlery awaited
At my seat of honour
With tremendous pomp
The doors swung open
The majestic hall
in candle lit beauty
beckoned and welcomed
my every step
The servants showed my throne
Where I sat down.
Gleaming lids covered my feast
With
Candle light dancing on the polished gold
Hors d ouvres first,
destroyed I was when I saw
That someone else
was here before
My wonderful roast
Already carved,
Huge chunks eaten
And dry bones left
Fresh green peas
Were rudely dug in
By filthy fingers
No manners for a spoon
Desert was half eaten
Ice cream left to melt
And of after dinner mints
Only a handful left
Thus then violated,
My beautiful feast!
Others snuck in
And ravaged my table
They left some crumbs
spoilt leftovers
As the Locusts went on
Without a care!
Now I sit hungry
Alone and forgotten
Staring in disbelief
At my desolate table
How I wish I had known,
Before I came in
That the menu was a lie
And someone else had been
Elsewhere I'd have gone and eaten
Or at least not starved myself
In anticipation for a feast
That the Locusts have eaten
Daylight revealed my majestic hall,
merely an old shed
Where the Locusts were WELCOMED!
Far from being the guest of honour
I am instead the lowly servant
No rights or privilege
Left to clean the Locusts' mess
A live cockroach, if I can catch
Sustains me, barely
I fill my chipped cup
With tears of sadness
