The Big Table
This table is for eagles only.
Where the tough, dirty, necessary decisions are made.
Now and again, an asp raises its rage.
It has to be engaged with one way or another.
The other table is for sparrows only.
Where there's an abundance of procrastination and indecision.
Much chirping about feelings and matters of the heart.
I'm where I belong, at the big table.
Right aside focus, logic, and reasoning
Negotiating and dialogue percolating, black coffee is on.
You are where you belong, at the small table.
Aside from haze, wishful thinking, daydreaming.
Naivety to a fault, Cappuccino is on.
When the asp hits the fan, and it will.
You're welcome to dive under the big table.
Just keep your wings tucked; the eagles will be flying at will.
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