I find it awkward telling people at house parties
I don’t drink.
People never respond well.
They raise their eyebrows,
tilt their head and spill
oh’ ... erm...
Then they wait for the least awkward moment
to walk away.
No one wants to know the person who will remember them
the next day.
They will tell you about the shame of your night,
you won’t know whether to apologise or wish
you had died.
I’ve seen people at parties strip
deep into the naked night,
I know their names,
I saw them crawl on the floor and bark.
WOOF WOOF! I’M A DOG!
No one is supposed to be there at these times,
everyone should be drunk...
high... or tranquilised.
A boy was sobbing in the quiet corner
of the party.
I’m ugly, I’m ugly, I’m ugly, I’m ugly
He looked like a picture that didn't want to be taken.
I soberly walked over to him and gave him a hug.
No one wants to be hugged by the sober guy at the party,
But there he was, crying into my arms, asking
Why God gave him such big ears?
I cradled him, and waited for the least awkward moment to walk away.