4, 5, 7, 8, 10, 11
Or a dozen.
A quaint gathering at a table
Can feel like a packed out stadium.
And friendly conversation,
Rather than simple, social convention,
Is like performing to an audience.
Like a gladiator in a Colosseum,
My fate decided, based on performance:
Life and death over the quality of small talk.
In reality...
I've built a fort out of beer mats and peanuts.
Blocking out twelve discussions,
A world of my own with a pad and pen.
Parma Violets, tiny croissants, Love Hearts, Frazzles.
The people fade out,
The noise is gone,
And Caesar slowly raises his thumb.
I successfully survived,
The Social Situation
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PoetryWhen Monty Oum passed, we were told to honour him by "simply doing something creative. Use your imagination to make the world a better place in any way that you can. If you know Monty like we do, then you know he would certainly be doing that if he...
