Remember Back in the day When those parties In Venice That say would have 25 people or so Walking through?
Now they were Too big Over-packed with 50-200? With frat boy vibes?
Dana Rick and I Arrived at one And I thought a At the sliding glass door Oh God And quickly escaped to the kitchen Cutting through the living room Where there was the make shift bar Nothing much in the Fridge
Anyway I made my drinks And turned around To cross back And somehow Dana was there In front of me
She raised her hands And wiggled through the bodies
While I Said NO I will dance When I feel like it I choose
So I began to follow And every elbow knees hip and arm Reached out to touch me Knocking all the contents out of my little plastic cups
And though I got to the other side Contemplatively Looking back Empty
The three of us Went to stand on the side of the house Safe By the water meter And I laid down my cups Laughing
So the moral of this story Although I think it’s obvious Is to Go With The Flow