When I was young
I used to get lonely.
I suffered, and nobody cared.
I watched the tiny girls
going to big parties.
I went to my minimum wage job.
I didn’t feel bad about it.
Now, I go to a social group, because my friend goes there,
and the tiny boys
call me up
and ask me if I have any friends.
Girls are hyperaware of social value,
and they do not associate with boys who are less than them.
Many, will never figure-out the social game
because it requires
a willingness to lose.
Social rejection is the worst pain a person can feel.
Why are some people popular? Nobody knows,
does a player advance in the social game fast enough.
They age out.
When you are 30, the game will change
and when you are 40, checkers turns into chess.
People die off
They lose their looks
Perhaps, they’ll have a stroke.
They won’t be articulate.
They’ll be sequestered in nursing homes,
or put in the corner of a big house
fed by a housekeeper
who makes minimum wage
and has no chance.
These past popular people
will look at their yearbooks
how superior they were.
They thought loneliness haunted them when nobody was around
but loneliness requires ghosts.