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Date: 17 June 2007 17:41:47
I walk into a room;
take a look around.
I clock a face I know
so I move over
and take a seat.
The obligatory small talk
about the weather, family and job
takes place in a superficial way
where nobody says anything really.
Then we stop and "it" starts
with a list of advertisments
before we get a little light music
to put us in the mood.
A cursory glance around the room
identifies who's had a heavy night
or simply had enough
of kids, boss
or life in general.
The music gets turned up a notch
and a few people
start to move gently to the rhythm.
There will be a word or two spoken in between
as the mc works the crowd
or gets them to say what's going on
in the small worlds they inhabit.
Sometimes the ickle people
will get something
to try and keep them awake
until they can escape
this adult spectacle.
An event like this costs to put on
so you get the whip round
where people check their change
and bung it in
unless they're feeling an ickle flush
or abit guilty,
in which case it might be
foldable that gets thrown in.
Then a little more music
to slow it down a bit
get us to chill
before the main event.
You laugh weakly
as though you've never heard
that joke before
when in truth
it's a familiar line
that you've heard told
well, badly and indifferently.
Then you get the lines
well rehersed
and worn
pop psych with a backbeat of static.
After a while
the fidgeting starts
and uncomfortable looks
of consciences pricked
or boredom and polite indifference
set in.
So to keep the punters happy
the mc raps it up;
the music cranks up again.
Then the warm liquid
in plastic cups,
that we throw away
cause recycling would be too much hassell,
is handed around
and people catch up
on this weeks news
of diseases caught
and holidays booked.
And we call this worship???