All the things we hate are here
Huddled round this glowing sphere.
Their backs an interlinking wall.
I would like to know as well
Why this evening is a hell.
The instant message torrent here
Is a quiet creeping fear
Skittering on gilded limbs.
You can have your drink right there
And I will nurse my drink as well.
You on that sofa and me
On the chair—but be quiet.
