Taken out of context, I think a going away party
could be construed as people celebrating
that you won't be around anymore;
that you're someone else's problem.
They say farewell with every bite
of sweet, moist cake and sugar-shock icing
and they laugh and pat you on the back
and expect you not to know that they won't miss you.
Really, you should have seen it coming.
Maybe they'd had a standing order for cake
at the grocery store and they were just waiting
for you to put in your notice.
Maybe they really just like cake
because who doesn't like cake?
And they much prefer cake over your company.
No one will ever tell you
but trying to figure it out is like
trying to eat Blue Bell with a plastic fork.
At least they brought ice cream.
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