Life Of The Party

This party’s a bore.

Slink away unnoticed.
That’s the plan.

Sneak away from the bonfire
past groping lovers,
across slimy rocks
toward your car.

You slip.
Rings of ripples spread out
from where you fall in.

Everyone’s running,
pointing and laughing.
No one tries to help
as you duck below. 

For the last time
you lament
that all the good stuff happens
after you split.  You drown
thinking you should have done this
long ago.  No one will ever forget it.

You’re a star at last.