Thoughts From a Japanese ResterauntA Poem by Paul R. WatsonI once worked at a movie theater And one week Our bosses said, “The big boss is coming on Wednesday.” And so All week we cleaned And smiled And tried not to panic But we felt the foreboding The sense of dread Like some sick psychological rape We were about to be invaded Violated. And when that day came And the company vice president and all his prospective investors Descended upon us in their shiny cars and fine suits With us waiting in fear Knowing he had the power to fire us all We smiled Like a hostage in public with a gun pressed to his ribs, And watched as they watched us Feeling them pick apart our every movement, every mistake. And now, sitting here Why do I feel the same way I did then? You are beautiful and smart and interesting And everything I am not… But I am glad you like me, really I am I feel lucky But You make me feel strange Like I am naked Like I am cold and exposed Like I am inadequate. You see every failing in my eyes And when you met them with yours And I see how they long I am completely paralyzed with fear. © 2012 Paul R. WatsonReviews
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