had some idea

of being popular was to hold parties

once a month would host a gathering

music until the early hours

oh how my neighbours loved me

people getting drunk into love

fights on the grass outside

over those new found affairs

old grievances aired under nights light

& then one day you find

all of this to be tedium

boring even

notice they weren’t holding gigs

& if they did

were boring events nobody spoke

of books films writing painting arts

there were no fistfights over anything

everybody politely agreeing to disagree

& you take a minute

bend the knee

is it me?

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