Red Flags—See How They Wave

There are raised red flags

For me, things otherworldly.

What I offer both good and bad

For them, mourn tragic and deadly

The banquet I offer the hungry

For me, are leftovers

The purgatives needed humbly

For them, hoard holdovers

The praises I give the underpraised

For me, obsequiously

Swellings that come, as heads, upraised

For them, excuse expediently

False engagement and gamesmanship

For me, serve camaraderie

Assuming love and friendship

For them, naïve quixotry

When above me you see

Red flags waving high and held fast

Blame and shame not, me

When they fly, for you, at half-mast.

[INSPIRED BY walking red flag (a song abt why tf im still single), BY @sushishi : https://www.theprose.com/post/759534]