I’ll be attending my first
it’s one of those bashes
some people throw to celebrate
their undeniable wretchedness
where they tap into their barrels
of fermented pity and serve
round after round till
every good feeling drowns
take a bowl of dip scooped
from the muck of their desolation
and lay it inside a pile of stale crackers
and broken pretzels
then dressed in sweats microphone in hand
stand and wail while we dance to dungeon music
I’ve heard a giggle is supposed to slip from someone
which can build to more chuckles snickers then howling
it’s when snot and tears gush as we squirm
hysterically on the floor that the plan is for the
host to stop singing recognize what’s going on
and leap onto our pile of absurd and silly freedom