Tables Turn
Tables turn
And you’re that dreaded man
The table’s stacked
So high above your means
The table’s set
Without you being served
Neither fork nor knife
No platter at your side
You’re uninvited
At your own dinner
A two legged table
With no chair
Requires you squatted
No fair
To make up the third
And fourth legs
As you host
The other dinner guests
Seated and comfortable
Enjoying the dinner conversation
The food is palatable
So they say
You smell
They taste
You swallow
As they chew
Balancing the table on your thighs
Careful not to fall down flat
On your laurels
Lest you spill the wine,
And ruin the entire cuisine
And embarrass yourself
Lest you show any discomfort
And make everyone else
Around the table
Get up and leave
Taking on the weight of the world
The unpleasantries of life’s drudgery
Enduring the suffering
To ensure their enjoying
Tables turned, lessons learnt
You’re the mercury rising
On the periodic table
And you 'ruin' the dinner
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