But that makes sense. It's not that kind of place.
They don't intend to treat or feed me well
So welcome parties are a waste of space.
For some, I might suppose, it would be right
To feast them on their sin-induced descent:
The introverts, who would be put to flight,
Are those for whom the welcome mat is meant.
For those of us who loved our company
Their absence rocks us, as it is intended;
We enter hell despairing lonelily,
Thus mirroring the way all life is ended.
Sisyphus fought forever with a stone
But some of us just fight a death alone.
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