Lottery

We paper people flock to the arena, in
plastic suits and pliable expressions. Inside we
perceive the present preliminary, Rows of tables,
gatekeepers in pleasant façade. We pretenders poised
patiently for the chance at the pulpit, to prattle on
practice and personality. Finally,
pass a parcel to preface a possible promotion.
But for what purpose, proliferation of pride or
promise of prize? More likely the pile of pennies.
For most paper people, a perception of ponderous
prosperity is prominently pleasing, so
they pine for prosperousness and plead
for positions. The proprietors ponder
possible petitioners, purging partly seeking
their profit. Finding perfect pairing, they dispose
past participants, leaving them
to peek at petty positions, after all
          Only one winner in this lottery.


George Wesley