Criteria of a Kind
Before awarding you their prize,
They look at your size;
Not at how smart,
Soon, ordering you “To your feet rise”.
And watching how this tenses you up
Or keeps shaking your handed tea cup
Or your tolerance tries
Or up you blood cells dries
Or your flesh, not unlike chicken’s, fries
Next, ordering you to on them fasten your eyes
Leaving you to keep battling with all the possible ‘whys’
Before finally providing their lies!
Criteria of a kind
By a panel still far behind.
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