Misery has lots of parties,
Not many people come more than once a year
but he invites a thousand people at a time
and there’s always enough.
He puts on loud music
and stands in the corner, and yells at anyone who’ll listen.
That girl over there, with the butterfly wings
drinking lemonade, and making a face like it’s bitter
that’s Loss. She only came because she wasn’t invited to Hope’s party.
In that corner, Confusion flirts with Failure
while Embarrassment points it out to Truth
who loves gossip.
Impatience stalks away from a heated discussion with Anger.
Terror dances alone
undulating slowly in the middle of the room.
Misery doesn’t talk to anyone
but it doesn’t matter, he has company.