I'd be picked last for an orgy.
I just know that I would be.
I wouldn't be asked to leave, which I guess is a nice thought in itself.
But nobody would be calling 'dibs' on me, either.
Rather, I'd be ignored as all of the sighing and grunting sinks to the floor around me.
Sheepsishly eyeing the Scrabble board and wine bottles that are strewn about.
Now forgotten.
Like yours truly.
And I'll wonder if there's a book nearby that I can thumb through.
While I wait for this travesty to conclude.
And I'll feel like it's Sports Day all over again.
As all of the other monkeys roll around and high jump without me.
Scrabble Xs and Ts stuck to asses and thighs.
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