Party at 9

Vanity wore a party dress.

Sadness wore a shroud.

Anger dressed in fire red,

speaking very loud.

Lazy showed up way too late.

Prissy sauntered in.

Has-been donned a tattered gown,

splatter-soaked in Gin.

Sweetie’s dress was sugar-white.

Bitter’s gown was stained.

Depression’s pants had rips & tears,

cut with razor blades.

Me? I wore a T-shirt,

shining like the sun.

When I crossed the doorway,

fighting had begun.

“Who are you, to dress that way?

Your shirt, it does offend!”

& so I turned & walked away,

ne’r to come again.

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