Collectively they’re stupid,
Boring and banal,
And that’s the social glue
That makes sure they stay as pals.
No intellectual content
Can ruin or distract
From social interaction
Within their stress free pact.
Their conversation’s dreary,
The boundaries are tight,
No politics, no religion,
No cause to be uptight.
Throughout the social evening
Nothing has been said,
No-one’s had an argument,
No spat, no fear, no dread.
And nobody in this company
Has heard whatever was said,
They all had a lovely stress free time
In the land of the living dead.
06.07.2015