Passing populous parties,

I prefer some seclusion.

A private place, a lot of space, 

Obtrusive clamor is muted.

Star shine’s bright no city light

intrudes to dilute it.

To conclude I’m reclusive

is to reduce the elusive,

rather recognize my reckoning

eluding callused collusions.

Masquerade minimum 

mandates maximum

mass wax masks are on,

menacing more minutes gone.

Maddening mingling

mimicking mattering;

mentioning mumbling,

jibbering jabbering.

Shown me the door,

and I show you skedaddling.

Clutch hit the floor 

needle soar like javelin.

Catapult gravel,

engine roar 

pistons paddling;

acurrately acting

as if the Ac is Italian. 

Begin bombastic performance,

blithely blasting a chorus;

no suggestion of repression 

(like when backing Honduras.)

Bustle back to the fortress 

in the back of the forest,

snuggle with a pudgy pup

‘n’ kick back like a loris.