No Party For Pity
There's no party for pity.
Question the absurdity.
Friends, use discretion
if you get an invitation.
It's counterfeit.
Don't believe it.
Don't RSVP,
if you receive it.
Discard immediately. Don't contemplate.
It'll lead you nowhere. Don't save the date.
No early, late, or on time arrivals.
The doorbell is silent.
No lively dinner guests,
dressed in their best.
No hors d'oeuvres served on a fancy plate.
No thought-provoking conversations.
No guestbook to sign.
No vintage wine.
No catered food.
No live music for the mood.
No celebration for pity's pains.
No "congratulations," for complaints.
There's no party here. Discard the invitation.
Pity's alone, in bitter contemplation.
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2014
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