I am
I am at a get together
standing in the corner
casually watching people
chatter and mill about
The music starts
the game begins
people shout and cheer
I shudder and make myself small
at that music I hate to hear
Winners rise victorious
from a bamboo horizon
loved by all
Those who hit their heads
scramble to the door
their heads again
bowed in shame
They never did too well
at that limbo game
I know that it's my turn
I dread that wooden stick
I can't run away now
I give it all I've got
I duck and give a warm
lying smile
that says "this is where I thrive"
Music plays on
yet the crowd stays in place
and still I stand
in this one spot
with that lyng smile
still on my face
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