Among, but not Of

I loomed among them like a pilot fish
Among the sharks, my job: to get them
Anything they wanted, and I did.
A pastry to be bitten once, a magazine,
A nicer chair, an ear into which they
Could voice a thousand petty irritations.
Beauties; they would school with me,
But none would be my lover, as I'd
Dreamed when I first got the job,
And, finally, I swam away to search
Among my own.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-06-15 at 12:24

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