The Master's Dine

*Sam Walsh* The Dinner Party

The Master’s Dine

​They 
Thought
I didn’t
See,
But
I did,
Into
All
The
Places
They
Hid.
The
Carefully
Contrived
Disguise,
The
Spider
Web
Of
Literary
Lies,
Oh,
I confess,
The
Celebration
Was
A
Mess.
Between
The
Consommé
And
Tea, 
A
Verbal
Melee,
Skirmishes
Of
Two
Or
Three
Metaphors
Versus
Simile.
At
Midnight,
A
Dramatic
Pause,
As
Guests
Sheathed
Artistic
Claws,
And
Disappeared
Into
The
Town,
To
Go
Home
And
Hang 
In
A
Closet, 
Upside
Down.