Seeking to be normal,
a common cancer.
Perception,
is not who you are.
Only you know that.

Dimmed lights welcome me,
into traditional feasting.
Anticipation,
of a jolly evening.
I am more comfortable this time.

Factory-line important males,
lounge in supremacy.
Hesitantly,
they engage me.
Ruby alcohol fuelled chat.

Dazzling fillies strut,
jewels amongst cogs.
Decorate,
a plain backdrop.
Softens the mood.

Royalty sits above,
the peasant majority.
Encouragement,
dished out to the deserving.
Warm fulfil ness.