The Perpetrators are on fire tonight
but I’m not that into it.
The Clubhaus is friggin’ crowded
with wall to individuals.
The walls are, in fact, sweating,
which I can tell, backed up as I am.

I spy, with my beady eyes, Carlene
with a new friend.
A very good friend
from the looks.

She doesn’t see me
but I don’t think she’d change what she’s doing at all.
It’s been a while
and it wasn’t a big thing anyway.

This seems to be a bigger thing.

Carlene appears to be doing well
though she’s not paying any more attention
to the Perpetrators than I am.

I could go and say hi
but it would be hard to get over there
and it would distract them
from what they’re doing
and what’s the point?

Better to let things stay as they ended,
I guess.

I don’t think
I could get out of here
if I tried.