Karen and Richard
October 31, 2013
November 2, 2013

The Guest

It seems he’s a freak, a retard of nature;
At dinner a demon, driving us demented.
In seconds stirring up emotions deep,
That were dormant, and should be left asleep.
Voices are raised , the room grows heated,
Agitation, discord, later lamented;
He smiles, satisfaction: he has achieved his ambition
Boredom now banished, he has his altercation.