I got invited to a party and I didn't come. I
didn't know the people. It
seemed too much like spam, somehow
they think they can buy my bon mots and joi de vivre
with a note taped to the door "Hey, neighbor!
Please don't call the cops"?
Well sorry, I just
I won't attend. Those
are false pretenses
Wait, what? barbecue?
No. No amount of barbecue
or your blaring reggae band
will entice me over
on this beautiful Sunday
for more than a few minutes.
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