The man in the back row
had the best seat
in the crowded house.
Every hair on every head
lay within his purview,
parted, curled, or spiked.
He saw the unlucky
who slinked out the side
under peers' withering stares.
Those on the stage
gesticulated just for him,
projected toward his seat.
Afterward, he gave himself roses.
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