Icebreaker Poem by Gary Diamond

Closing up and clamming up in social situations.
Walking into a party full of unknown faces.
There could be a genius in there.

As long as theres a buffet table full of free booze
And the odd toasted snack treat
That'll be a start.
Some choose to hover there all night.

How are you supposed to start in a place like that.
What question can roll off your tongue.
Who to talk to first.
Worrying about coming across as crass.

Then the beer kicks in.
Blink and rub the eyes.
A plan is forming.
This'll be an icebreaker.

They call it 'the streak'
And they certainly weren't talking about winning.
You strip to the birthday suit
And run around screaming.
I'm not sure if I ever did it
But I certainly thought it'd be a stitch.

Instead it's easier to drift from the groups that begin to emerge.
Maybe one or two in the house's many rooms.
Maybe one night stands going on in a few of the bedrooms.
It's fun to open doors and see.