It seems to be time, once again, to commit to a way of life,
Whether to be party girl of our community or grandmother and wife.
There are many souls hanging out at several of the pools,
Waiting for party pals in breaking all the rules.
This side of me still lives just below my skin;
It doesn't take much for my party self to begin.
I seem to have a mischievous glint in these eyes of mine,
Always looking for a place to connect to something divine.
But most times the playmates are not looking to be whole;
They're actually looking for someone to play the devil's role.
I must be careful as I cruise around here without a friend,
Someone to remind me that means don't justify their ends.
The problem there is that most times it costs much money
To get together with those who share what I think is funny.
So, until I procure employment, I'll hide in my ivory tower,
Where the high point of my days is our shared dinner hour.