Invader
Not invited to the party
You drift in, keeping a low profile
Lurking beside the drinks counter
You sidle close, yearning to join the conversation
But no one says
“What a lovely green dress!”
You’re not one of the pretty people
Prickly
You rub people up the wrong way
Bouncers approach armed with canvas gloves and a trowel
You are evicted
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