I hear a knock at my door.

It is a friend who just wants to say , hello.

I invite him in, and as expected,

he pisses in my gin, he removes one sandal,

beats my dog, and as his custom, I grin.

His beliefs are greater then mine,

because my beliefs are stupidity and deplored.

In jest he removes his other sandal,

and beams it for my head.

I just laugh like a fool,

like a Presidential tool.

I being the perfect host, invite all his family

to feel our family love.

Into our home, these elegant forms engage.

They in good manners suggest the spice for my meat.

I enjoy this taste as it is new.

But before long I want to eat that which is familiar to me.

I yearn for memories of how my people used to love.

There are things I used to say, but can say never again.

There is an important rule, that most have never heard.

A great host is a strong host, who's rules are obeyed.

Not because he is stubborn, but because he is a man of honor and self respect.

The guest can honor these rules or through the hosts weakness breach these rules.

The fault at first seems indistinguishable, but the weakness of the host undeniable.