Post Pandemic Doug

I never thought of Doug as particularly intelligent or interesting And as he stood next to the fireplace With a cigar in one hand And a scotch in the other He fumbled for words Making feeble attempts to impress But we knew better the family and I We knew of his past His inability to keep Both gainful employment And wives He seemed quite pitiful when one by one everyone left The room Each using their own excuse Some the restroom The other a quite boring game of football On the television But anything was better than seeing Doug And the massive success he had In making himself a complete bore It almost made me long for the isolation Of the pandemic.