The Party

Give me a little room
Seriously please
It’s hot and we’re all sticky
The air is thick and I can’t breathe
Or is that just stress
Did you realize the absurd volume
Of your voice
I guess you’re the limelight
In this box of a room
This your stage
But this is my final act
Of course you like his older stuff
Of course you like they’re first album
No I have yet to suffer through
Whatever random indie rock band
You heard about from you’re
Pseudo cool but good looking
Hipster friends random post
On social media
I need to pretend that I smoke
Just to go outside and
Contemplate jumping over the rail
I need a reason to leave
So I can suffer to home with my cat
You’re friends are so lame
I can’t believe I’m here
This morning I thought
I would never hate anyone more
Than myself
I am mistaken
I better leave before the fake “DJ”
Starts pressing play
On his sleek new iPhone
No, stay…