Family parties suck. You can only sit
Knowing they feel sorry for you, and hating
Each moment of it, their sympathy grating,
Looking at your watch, feeling like shit.
Waiting for the end, when glancing
Around you see cousin Janine, dancing,
And not with an utter dork, but with a dark-
Haired smoothie of sorts, who's tall
And looks too good for her. For a lark
You introduce yourself. He says, "I'm Paul."


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