A Guest

You hear a Voice that’s haunting taunting
The Head of the Table’s talking talking
And His words are walking walking
In your mind
Round and round
With a sickly, twisted sound sound

Your Ear is intently listening
When your forehead starts a-glistening
And your Hands begin to sweat
As your Mouth begins to wet

Your Hands go a-gripping gripping
To the Glass
Your Sweat goes dripping dripping
Your Throat goes a-lumping lumping
Your Heart goes a-thumping thumping
And Adrenaline goes a-pumping pumping
Up Your Spine

Your Glass in grip goes squeaking squeaking
And Your Eyes go seeking seeking
a distraction
From another guest’s action

Again, the Glass goes creaking creaking
And Its Contents go leaking leaking

Now, the Glass goes breaking breaking
Then Your head is aching aching
From nerves painstaking staking

The cracks go slashing slashing
At Your Lips
And the shards go smashing smashing
Onto the tablecloth
At Your hips

Your Eyes go blinking blinking
And Your Back goes sinking sinking
Just as You were thinking thinking
To Excuse Yourself

The Head of the Table’s laughing laughing
The guests’ attention goes halfing halfing
Onto you

Finally, You start standing standing
Eyes of the Supper Guests demanding, demanding
Why
You sigh
And exit