Honored Guests

I know, I should have a better attitude.

Obligatory dinner,
a banquet for the bosses
to honor themselves 
and throw a few scraps
to the underlings.
So unnecessary,
but thoughtful,
in the way a mother pig
allows the runt to tag along,
not caring if it lives, 
or dies.
I love looking around the room,
all the piglets scrambling around,
fighting for a teat.

The seating arrangement
is the same as last year,
the favored up front,
the second tier;
Kneeling,
in reverent contempt. 
The rest of us are allowed 
to watch from a distance
and eat in order of rank;
silently hoping 
we go unseen 
and survive another year.

P.S.
All time must be made up
at the earliest convenience.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Laughing, though shouldn't at the postscript, mainly because tis true!

You have an acute eye, see situations and the people therein so very well.. and you write what you see with fine free verse that reads 'story' but is scented with meter. Status lives even in the sty or, should that be stye. .

[James]

I should really have a better attitude about it all. Thank you for your wonderful comments.

[Papaya]

Love it. And that P.S. is just perfect!

[James]

Thanks. It's a sucky feeling, but I guess that's life in the trenches.

[Weeping willow]

So the world in order,work and upfront lines to crack the whip as so many others have to feed to survive.Life is one big pig farm,waiting to eat away our lives;- Nice write

[James]

Sometimes it seems that way, just one big pig farm. Thanks for the read, and good to see you again.