Sitting alone is not a worry;
Rather, it's a comfort-
Notice more, look beyond, some thought,
Like how my posture is weak,
How I make more sense if I do not speak
And how crass the sofas are in here- a flurry
Of misguided stripes and veloured twee.
Perhaps it is intentional;
Perhaps I do not get it- the joke is invitational.
So I sit uninvited and surrounded by
Idiotic invitees with loud laughs from paltry wits, why
It is times like these I am glad I get on with me.