Friday, October 2, 2009

The edge of the party

At the edge of the party where the shadows converge

It’s there I merge with nervous handshakes and adamant words


Play the game of name’s forgotten the second their told

And women search for sincere but settle for bold


Though subtle you could sense that the laughs are forced

Unimportant conversation but come back for more


Shit…you might as well front for chivalry's sake

Could feel each a little, but nods really be fake


Still, you willing to listen its better then being silent

Plus jumbled capitol letters trump particular fine print


Might sit back and observe for a few

Social butterflies die if they don’t surge through the groups


But it’s perfect…the view from the corner is best

Cus I don’t really see a reason to consort with the rest


And every get-together's always ending the same

it was nice to meet you,

tell me one more time

What’s your name?

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