His smiling lizard eyes surveyed the room.
He joked and punned, but all the while he scanned
the faces as his camera flicked to zoom
on groups whose talk he wished to understand.
He’d chatter to an unsuspecting bore
until more influential fodder came
into the room, then hurry to the door
to greet them by an old familiar name.
He rose upon the fortunes of his friends
while laughing and embracing all he met.
He bought the drinks for those who served his ends,
which served them right; they saw what they would get.
Perhaps he’s clinking glasses with the best?
He’s gone to God; the ultimate conquest.

First published in The Raintown Review

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