Would you say a pity party
Is exactly what you need?
Pity parties are always on,
Always around, you know.
Pity parties can be a damn good time
If you know when to flow
But also when to go.
Pity parties can be flashy,
Full of drama and tears and moans.
But pity parties can be quiet, too,
Self-contained, strangled, alone.
Pity parties are partly parties
Perhaps because they’re pretty?
But no, that’s wrong, they’re pity parties,
Not some dance-a-roo.
Although, who knows?
Some may be. Maybe some people dance.
Maybe they dance and pity around,
Like doing the Hokey-Pokey.
They put their common sense in,
They take the sadness out,
They keep the sadness with them then,
And that’s what it’s all about.