Fumbling yet another glass
over hors d’oeuvre platter
spouting platitudes in mass
Spare me such void natter!
Such vain, self absorbed rattle
in verbiage feckless
midst milling about cattle
dressed in tie & necklace
Voices shrill, blaring
breathlessly ‘reporting’
onslaught unsparing
conversation-thwarting
How did we turn admass?
Why so untoward
when a subject impasse
brings silence awkward?
Time’s up, we may leave
just smile & swoon
Hardly cause to grieve
bye, until soon!
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-‘reporting’ = here: boorishly droning on about one’s own most mundane doings