We meet at a party
You treat me with no respect from the beginning
Until you hear what I’ve done,
Who I know
Suddenly you’re listening intently,
Praising me and telling self-deprecating jokes
You expect me to be pleased
That I’ve earned your rare respect?
You couldn’t be more wrong
Because respect
Is what the baseline should be
And for those with a near-zero baseline
I have near-zero tolerance