And...Your Point Is, What? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The party is over, folks!
Now I seek volunteers,
To help me clean.

Excuse me.
Before everyone decides to leave...
I am desperately in need of volunteers,
To help me clean.

Is this microphone on?
People are leaving as if they don't hear me.

'It's not that you are not being heard.
The people invited came to party.
To eat, drink and be pleasantly obnoxious.
Not to roll up their sleeves to work.
Did you expect that kind of respect?
They came to trash not to flirt with work.
Those people are 'beyond' that.
Didn't you see many of them giving you smirks? '

But I threw the party!

'And...
Your point is,
What? '