Object Or Abject

Smiling so very sweetly,
with dentures,
specifically shined,
for the occassion,
he had perfect attire,
and grooming,
his manners impeccable,
and language carefully picked,
not an expression was out of place,
his facial and hand muscles,
as were only visible,
did perfect synchronization,
with his object,
With nothing to object,
I was carried along by that subject,
I smiled and returned his pleasantries,
and in bonus gave him that he wanted,
on the next when we did meet,
he did not even as much greet,
he failed in recognition,
as if I were an apparition,
it was before long,
that I saw this subject going strong,
as he had done with me earlier on,
now for another aim and object,
I was in quandry,
unable to judge mine as well his plight,
I was the victim,
but was he with OBJECT or simply very abject.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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