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.