In the company of ordinary people,

Clammy night encapsulated,

Out of fifty languid souls,

Lined up against the host’s burgundy wallpaper

Stinking of nicotine no less,

Waiting for a firing squad

Or another drink which would suffice,

There are eyes fixed upon you,

The wine glass circumventing

The ridge of the nose

To their teeth and lips

And you know why,

They watch,

And you exude partly

The ambiance and experience

They lost

Over the years

Because ,

Life differs and the seconds cannot be retracted.

And when they are compared.

The wine tastes bitter

Envy raises its green eyes from the glass,

Have another goblet of wine

And tell me what is happening in your life

And I will pop some caviar on a cracker

And it will come naturally to me.

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Tags: Envy, Party, people, Watching