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Cocktail Party Blues

Sheer boredom has me at this torpid end
Another rerun; please give me a break 
The short list of scripts to which they pretend 
I simply just can’t find one flying fake

Perhaps I’ll jump up on this tabletop
Do my best impression of Bill Shakespeare
It may resuscitate this boring flop
Nah, not now, my blushing bride is still here.

It doesn’t tire you out, this rehashed chatter?
To blab straight past glazed eyes, what could it bring?
Please wake me if you say something that matters
Until then, I’ll just twirl my wedding ring

It’s manna from heaven, my pager screams!
My wife winks, it’s time to go home and dream

7/8/16
© Thomas W. Quigley

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Charmaine Chircop

Date: 7/10/2016 4:16:00 PM

Its always sad when We cant be who we are, more sad if We are at a party surrounded by snobs or bullshi**ers : )...I dont like to be in places of boredom...You might stand on their table, while I jump in their pool.: )..Loved your poem.

Tom Quigley
Date: 7/10/2016 6:48:00 PM

Thanks, Charmaine!

Karam Misra

Date: 7/8/2016 9:41:00 PM

Yes, sometimes I really feel like climbing up the wall at some of the parties, especially the "official ones" where everything is so prim and propah, and absolutely fake. Reunion gettogethers are great, though, where you can be yourself, and create a ruckus on the table. Great write, Tom. Enjoyed. ~karam~

Tom Quigley
Date: 7/9/2016 6:31:00 AM

Thank you, Karam! I agree--the smaller and less forma they are, the more I enjoy them.