|Posted by Joelle Michelle on June 10, 2011 at 6:24 PM|
there’s nothing quite like the emptiness
home alone on a Friday night
people are planning, primping, and playing
I’ll just remain out of sight
The men - all freshly shaven and scented
On their best behavior tonight
The women – adorned with sparkly things
carrying on so coy and polite
not I, in my lackluster sweatpants and tee
what will I miss in the World outside?
patiently sitting in a smoky, crowded room?
drinking beer on a budget that’s tight?
in the hope of conversing about daily events
with strangers that I don’t really like?