It's a pained expression that carries me across the crowded room
As probing eyes overlook the soul to spy for designer labels.
Pursed lips and crooked brow are all is needed
To make the point abundantly clear
There's trouble brewing in here.
No, I don't ski in Aspen.
I need a drink.
Or seven.
Shit.
Here
We
Go

Again.

Ezy Reading is out every Monday.