Life's cocktail party is here again,
So paint your face and force a smile,
Tell false tales, pontificate,
Give veiled attacks - have fun awhile!
In vino veritas: in wine there's truth,
So loosen your collar and let that tongue wag,
Give rash opinions, tell lies and home truths,
Tell other's secrets - it's sure not to drag!
You're a great raconteur, tell a story or two,
You're so funny, a natural, should have been on the stage,
A snide comment, a quote or a glance 'cross the room,
Has the party in fits but inside you're enraged.
The stories you tell and the thrill of the crowd,
Shows a life lived in jest and in joy,
Surrounded by 'friends' devoted and loving,
But in truth you're a clown - the audience's toy.
And then they're all gone. The drink has been drunk.
You stand there alone, a forgotten old fad,
Even with wit, funny stories and laughter,
Even the greatest of clowns must be sad.
An embittered soul feigns the forced reply:
"Goodnight dear ladies,
Goodbye, goodbye..
Goodbye."
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The Assorted Drivel of a Student
PoesiA collection of poems written whilst studying, covering the highs and lows of education and growing up whether that be the stresses and strains put upon friendships; the growing experiences with love; the draining pressure put upon students or the g...
