Just some poetry

"Eh? Eh, man? Whut izzit you say?
Are you tellin' me I shuldn't come here today?
Well, shucks, my pants is real neat, ain't they?
If ya want me t' go, I shore ain't gonna stay!"

Scratching the bald head, and lifting the chin,
He walked stiffly out and straightened again.
He never came back, as so many must do
To remember at this place it's WHO and not you.

Exclusivity

She ran through the circle to get to the middle,
Then waved her hand high, to be next with her riddle.
But a brat yanked her hair, while a maid took her hand-
Saying, "Dahlin, why don't you go over there to stand?"

Her little lip shook, she was pushed far outside.
Away from the circle-- now she wanted to hide.
She then saw their waistbands, all the same, in a row.
But she did not have one, and hung her head low.

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They came from the big towns, hailed from bright lanes;
All brought their luggage from off expensive planes.
Filled up the hallways, snuck treats from the vendors-
Man you could SEE their descent from big spenders!

T'was the first day of school, the unknowns stepped aside
Equipped with a scholorship, they had marched in with pride
Just to find themselves waiting, until last, to be signed,
While their first college lesson, was: "Who're you? Get behind."

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It reached to the highest of the HIGH in our land.
When the planning for winning was took from our hand.
It wasn't a fast thief, who came in the night
And when he had grabbed "it" then ran out of sight...

Oh no. It was weaving... like a web in the mist,
All you see at the dawning was the first dewdrops kiss.
A certain one- appointed -in this place over here,
And the spider comes slinking as the big prize comes near.

All the strings are attached, and the net tightly drawn
While the files march on by, smiling, finishing... gone.
Nothing left but the count, which was under control;
Let history recall what we sadly enscroll...

Exclusivity.