Silver Platter

Don't you hate it when everyone around you seems to always be in the right place at the right time?  It always works out perfectly for them and you're just stuck there muddling through the wrong time and the wrong place. Don't you hate it when you feel like people simply feel obligated to hang out with you but don't really want to?  Don't you hate it when people are simply "too busy" for you and think you don't notice you've been placed on their back burner?  Well, I know I hate it. Plus, these burners are getting way too hot for my liking....

My life, as of recent, reminds me too well of those silly e-cards stating things like "Everyone is in a relationship, getting married, or having babies.  And I'm over here like 'I LOVE WINE!' "  So, digesting that feeling whilst lounging in my lamb pj pants and gulping down my nightly bottle of wine, I wrote the following poem:

Silver Platter        

Fill your silver platter with more than you deserve.

Sprinkle it with your patronizing creeds and top it off with your mordant egoism.

You could not help but be mesmerized by the radiance of the silver and how its unsullied light gleamed into your eyes.

You could not help but take a moment of unadultered pride in how easy the platter was handed to you.

You could not help but revel in the hoarding of your blessings.

In this process, you have been blinded by your greedy love.

The stars in your eyes too big to see that I am growing tired of you glorifying my ineptness. 

In this process, all you have done is dressed me in black and white compelling me to serve you.

My arms are much too weak to carry any more of your leftovers on this

damn silver platter.