I know it’s not fair,
No, not fair at all.
When being a conduit,
Can be made to feel small.
A person with talent,
And so well versed.
But having to be messenger,
Can feel like a curse.
It is tough sometimes,
Being the go-between.
Pass notes between two,
Hard to avoid it seems.
It’s like that old saying,
“Don’t shoot the messenger.”
On their ship of arguments,
Rough on this passenger.
Messenger knows well,
These two use their tactics.
To settle their deal,
Both feeling quite frantic.
Back and forth they go,
Their deal try to tweak.
One is belligerent,
The other feels weak.
Take out their frustrations,
Messenger\'s fed up.
As this process continues,
Delivers the head\'s up.
Keeps a stiff upper lip,
A dutiful servant.
Quick to his tasks,
Staying subservient.
Again back and forth,
This may take several times,
For self-proclaimed savants,
To have made up their minds.
Finally they agree!
On this deal before them.
Wait for it in writing,
Then a signature in pen.
Now the pressure is off.
This agreement should suffice.
To the messenger they are friendly,
Trying hard now to be nice.
Inside the messenger feels,
They should treat him right.
“It is nice to be important,
But more important to be nice.”
So left beaten down and bullied,
But his skin will heal thicker.
For the next time this happens,
Those two together bicker.