Attendants

Attendants Attendants once were happy in the ancient mansion Made of sand and granite by the cliff How fortuitous to be employed in these harsh times Tending to the mundane chores and sober orders The rule of life for functionaries is to fulfill the reasonable requests I guess things must have changed in history between the shadows The help demand more benefits and pay My servants used to bring me, one vitamin for breakfast Champagne or absinthe were always there to wash it down I had one worker for each arm and leg The four of them became uniquely useless So what if I forgot their names and birthdays They still get paid and have definable obligations Incongruities and inconsistencies will not be tolerated Attendants are attendants one and the same Now they play all day Overlook the cliff at ships and crashing waves below Sometimes all four gather shells down there and swim the shallows Or gather pine cones to throw around into tomorrow In their spare time they take me out like trash One of them on each arm and leg and toss me in the yard Being old and feeble I cannot walk or get around myself I get by on rain water and bugs that happen by The servants have taken over the old gray mansion They copulate inside and left me here to die Entered Contest on - 12/05/14 - "ONE OF YOUR BEST" - Poetry contest