tea and crumpets

we are swallowed
by the sea of existence.
ridiculed by mankind
on our amateur ambitions.
they glide through the wind
on the ice of royalty,
they grip, where we slip.
we are topic of conversation,
their filet mignon. what they
chew up and spit out. bitterness.
we remain attractive but repulsive.
caught in a world of supply and demand,
they supply the good life
and we demand it.
we dont get it.
none of us do, but me
I wont be the "we"


ms.