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Irish Exit
A Poem
It’s not that I don’t want to be here,
but I really don’t want to be here
and never wanted to come to this
so-called event or gathering
where people say things and
make wild hand gestures, and
point out things, and also make
a shit-ton of useless small talk
I’m not Irish, but if there was ever
a time to appropriate something,
it is as I am walking out the door
without letting anyone know or
drawing attention to myself,
or disrupting the “party” where
other people seem to be having
a perfect and fun time (sigh)
When I looked up Irish Exit online
it told me that it’s generally considered
acceptable in larger gatherings but
frowned upon in more intimate ones
and I don’t see the distinction since
both involve people with their
mouths moving about inane things
and it’s quite noisy when you add
that to what’s happening in my brain
