Animals at the table

Filthy fingers digging in deep

Sitting at the table they all ate

Remember the rule of not leaving elbows out?

Chewing with your mouth open

Eating like a pig

Watching those without etiquette

Leads me to eat alone

Lamenting in solace without the sound of food being chewed

Or the vision of disgusting faces being filled

The sticking mush unsettling my digestion

Not that I’m a prude

Surprised to find that I have a standard

Finally a solidity where the mud of watered down reasoning isn’t found

Of course nor are the welcome voices from table conversation

This repetition makes me question

Why are animals at the table while I’m alone?