The Clique

You're outside the circle,
So you struggle like weak sperm
To penetrate,
Yet the door is locked,
Inside the circle,
The buzz of conversation,
Like the gobble of several hundred turkeys,
Irritates you,
For you wish,
You, were one of them,
You enter like an ant at a picnic,
And present your case to the jury,
Verdict, guilty,
Not one of us,
Unfamiliar, unwanted,
And somehow still, undaunted,
You try humor,
The ice breaks,
You fall in,
You're wet with acceptance,
Wallowing in warmth,
Basking in self betrayal,
Trapped within the confines
Of togetherness,
Like a pimple on prom night,
Success can't be far behind,
For now you can shun
With the best of them,
In the clique.