By Triona Lonergan
I’ve been chosen…..
yeah, wasn’t even aware there was a competition,
but here I am ….winning!!!
Requirements for entry were ever so difficult,
but I sailed through without even studying!
Sounds pretty elite…. But that’s just me, right
Everyone wants to belong,
be part of something,
feel significant,
have commonality with like-minded folk.
Friend groups…communities, cool kids, artists, writers, pop groups.
But you cannot join my group.
You only qualify as groupie.
I can’t decide ‘not’ to be part of this group.
When you’re in, you’re in (it’s like the mafia) and there’s no going back.
No welcome letter,
No Christmas card,
It’s a secret Society,
and you only learn of other members through whispers and nods.
I like to think of us as astrologists,
Except it doesn’t matter what your birth month is….
There’s only ONE zodiac sign matters!!
My initiation was not a champagne toast
or round of applause
as I was called to a podium in a billowing ball gown,
bowing while being presented with my certificate of acceptance
to the Knights Templar, Freemasons or Illuminati.
It’s a lifetime membership,
with no benefits,
And I made the cut!
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