Standing at the bottom of a huge cylindrical room <br />Surrounded by doors <br />All locked <br />Two chaps considered the situation. <br /> <br />The first summoned his considerable energies <br />Knocking and pounding with intrepid voice <br />Raising a clamor to fright Beelzebub, but alas, to no avail. <br />Spent, he collapsed, eyes closed, exhausted. <br /> <br />The second reached gingerly into his vest <br />Pulled out a wad of crisp new bills <br />And slipping one under the nearest door <br />Waited calmly as it opened. <br /> <br />He passed through quickly and bolted the lock behind him <br />Precisely so the poor fellow <br />Stranded on the floor <br />Would be none the wiser when he woke up. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in CER*BER*US, XXXVII, Jan 2000)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/equal-opportunity-knocks/
