Post by rustybroadspear on Nov 29, 2011 14:39:39 GMT -5
It’s Not My Party
I am an outsider looking in.
The party’s in full swing,
Jeremy the surveyor has taken the top of his head off,
People look in and see nothing.
Part of Alice’s brain has died,
She’s on her seventh gin.
She’s groping Andrew
Asking when the party will begin.
Andrew the bank clerk
Falls back onto the music machine,
The music stops,
Alice throws up,
Then she turns green.
Jenny the hostess
Ignores the mess,
Restarts the music
And straightens her dress.
She’s holding the party
‘Cos her husband’s dead,
And left her with money
And a half empty bed.
Across the room,
She eyes up Mike,
He’s got a Porche
And a BMW motorbike.
Martin and Lewis are sharing a chair
Lewis loves Martin
But Martin doesn’t care,
He’s in love with himself
And his yellow dyed hair.
Mike spots Jenny
Heading his way.
Alice swallows her eighth,
And starts to sway.
Mike turns around
And heads for the door
Thought it was out but it was the bedroom.
Jenny pushes him through and onto the floor.
The music went soft
The lights dipped dim
The general atmosphere
Started to swim.
Some people got close,
Some further apart.
Then some of them left in pairs,
Having fallen in love.
I took my smile of irony home.
I am an outsider looking in.
The party’s in full swing,
Jeremy the surveyor has taken the top of his head off,
People look in and see nothing.
Part of Alice’s brain has died,
She’s on her seventh gin.
She’s groping Andrew
Asking when the party will begin.
Andrew the bank clerk
Falls back onto the music machine,
The music stops,
Alice throws up,
Then she turns green.
Jenny the hostess
Ignores the mess,
Restarts the music
And straightens her dress.
She’s holding the party
‘Cos her husband’s dead,
And left her with money
And a half empty bed.
Across the room,
She eyes up Mike,
He’s got a Porche
And a BMW motorbike.
Martin and Lewis are sharing a chair
Lewis loves Martin
But Martin doesn’t care,
He’s in love with himself
And his yellow dyed hair.
Mike spots Jenny
Heading his way.
Alice swallows her eighth,
And starts to sway.
Mike turns around
And heads for the door
Thought it was out but it was the bedroom.
Jenny pushes him through and onto the floor.
The music went soft
The lights dipped dim
The general atmosphere
Started to swim.
Some people got close,
Some further apart.
Then some of them left in pairs,
Having fallen in love.
I took my smile of irony home.
Have a few but don't overdo! Hey, another cute rhyming slogan for not drinking to excess. Sounds like a wild party. I did a few when I was young but not too many. Never once went to a "beer blast" when I was in college because I couldn't stand beer. I still can't stomach it much though Coors Light is OK. Ever been almost completely sober when everyone else was "blasted"? Gives you a scary perspective on people and sounds a lot like this poem. I'm happy for the ones who found love (or perhaps even just good sex).
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
