in the corner, she was knitting
blowing bubbles of berry gum
i planned, unable yet to enter
unwilling to be seen as "one of them"

they have their minuscule intentions
disguised under ever-shrinking witty phrase
facing the artillary of misconceptions
with a statuesque smile on a pieless face

but i, as no one knows, am thoroughly different
hard to explain exactly in which way
and that's what i stood there planning
until the vodka would compose the perfect end to "hey..."