Those people who you didn't want to be
have got you in their address books these days.
They call your wife and ask her out to tea,
invite you to their children's grade school plays.
They talk to you as though you're one of them;
whose empathy can never be in doubt;
assume you join in every stratagem,
and care about the things they care about.
You well may grind your teeth and clench your fist,
but in the end it all shakes out the same.
You know you had your chances to resist,
yet here you are, with just yourself to blame.
This is exactly what you thought you'd hate.
But now you're part of it, and it's too late.
2 comments:
If you don't like us, don't invite us to dinner! Sheesh!
Not you, obviously. ;) But thanks for the humor--I need it today.
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