Crowd

"This room is too crowded,"
I'm known to say.
"Can't we come back
On another day?"

I barely can move,
My elbows are touching
The things in the hands
That others are clutching.

"Just point me to the table,
That has the gift bag."
If this were online,
It'd be lag, lag, lag...

But, hey, it's not so bad.
It really could be worse:
Instead of being in a crowded room with you...
I could be alone in a hearse.