Horror at a House Party

I have never been a fan of large groups of people,

I like two or three at the most,

As they continue to gather,

The room grows smaller,

Will they eventually crush us

There is nowhere to sit any more,

All the seats are taken,

You can stand or sit on the floor,

You look at these people,

You study this person's face...

But A face can't tell you much...

Perhaps their words...

There lips are moving and words are coming out

They are just babbling nonsensical banter,

All speaking at once,

Voices are raised, disagreement arises,

Say nothing,

Remain quiet.

Be vigilant,

If alcohol has been consumed the mood will change in less than a few hours,

If some form of psychedelic has been taken then may god help you,

Hours pass....you don't like these people,

Their voices are irritating and the their opinions are ridiculous,

Chatter continues throughout the night,

They sound like the room with all the birds in pet shops,

All screeching and scwatching all ear piercing and repetitive,

Males fight for dominance of the group through philosophical debate,

Each trying to prove the other wrong so we can look to for order in this group we have fallen into,

The mood changes....It washes over the room like a tidal wave,

Moods are becoming more unpredictable and pass from person to person,

Like a disease.

Their speech slurs and they open their mouth and words still fall from their lips,

But it's gibberish chasing its own tail in the mind of a mad man.

Do not tap into the consciousness of the group,

The more brains that come together the more diluted intelligence and rational thinking,

Yes this is no longer a group of people...friends and acquaintances,

This is a mob

More and more of them gather its hard to find any place to stand far enough away from this mess,

Intoxicants are overindulged and with every shot these people take...

The more dangerous they become.

The center of attention shifts with time,

An idea or a person or whatever will keep them distracted that you have not yet been sucked in,

But whatever their attention is on now will fall from interest and fly off into the night,

And some new focus takes its place.

People argue and laugh and cry and yell all around me,

There is no order anymore. Nobody is at the wheel...

This is chaos,

Music drifts through the smokey room

And at least there is that comfort.

Appear to be more intoxicated than you really are,

Nobody will bother you,

They will just assume you are the first victim of the night,

They will leave you resting against the wall watching this circus...

They fall one by one and you watch as they become tired and stop talking...

Just a thousand yard stare as their buzz shoves them back inside their own head..

Lobotomized by liquid.... until morning,

When they awake,

Empty bottles strung all over the room will bring flashes of the evening back to mind,

But they won't remember the madness, the moods, the devolution of their mind...

But I remember...

I saw the truth....

You are all just as crazy as me...