The Upscale Misery (Profiles #12)

By Andrew R. Duckworth

I never want to become the man
Who, in his private misery,
Is led by an upturned nose
As he walks by others,
Who raises his brows
To heights unheard of
At the sound of disagreement.
I never want to flash
A label on my coat
In pursuit of acceptance
Like a king in a ruby cloak,
Examining the obedience
Of his subjects
Like a madman
Demanding observance on
A throne constructed by others.
And should I ever become that man,
I wish for gravity to pummel me
Back to solid ground
Where we all stand.