Slipping Between the Crowds
By: James Dubeau
Slipping between the crowds
As the one
That does not
Belong
My ticket to this
High society affair
Is a lie
A forgery
A fake
Just enough
To get me through
The security
And double doors
To walk amongst
The rich
The famous
The powerful
Weaving through the crowds
With wine in my hand
Overhearing conversations
My ears should not hear
Gathering intel
On the enemies
Which I shall soon
Face
