He raised his wine,
Just to lower it twice as far:
A half-arsed toast.
The window scene Swung full into view:
Five other guests, who of the botched
Behest, were ignorant. The culprit had
Burrowed his eyes into a stain,
Whilst his failure snapped his neck at
90º.
He looked silly between the laughing bottles,
Like skinny jeans and gel amidst four
Women in corporate noir.
The kind of faux pas
To make a man say
“I am just going outside and may be some time.”
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