The parties I want to attend
Throw champagne in your face in disgust
Then scratch your car; and
They play something smooth like honey
On the speakers. You talk to a narcissist
Until you’re ready to beat them with the bottle.
No matter your turn of phrase you somehow manage
to demean and offend the artistic upstart
who you’ve been listening to for the last hour.
You fall into the pool
And the ripples make the moon light dance
All around You. Then you stand in a dripping
Blue suit, smile, and walk out.