Focus of the Room

walking in the room with his shirt a certain way,
the others who were regulars quickly looked away,
he began talking trying to start something new,
getting the eyes of interest from only a few,
the more he spoke the more eyes turned,
standing near a candle as it slowly burned,
talking about a subject close to everyone's heart,
his smile so devious of what he is about to start,
soon the switched on people begin to see his plan,
insulting them all sarcastically this little annoying man,
their mouths tighten and some cover over to not speak,
showing no strength to fight back because they are weak,
he insults more as the room is full of silent judge,
as one man at the table gives another a nudge,
not one person moves or does anything about,
as the man insults more direct giving it a shout,
their eyes speak their words but they do not dare,
as their mouths don't open and they only stare,
not getting a reaction to their need to defend,
even a sorry at this moment will never mend,
slowly the people begin to look away from him,
as now the focus of his attention begins to dim,
again he insults and people just ignore,
yawning and not listening being a bore,
he stumbles now on his words trying harder to start a fight,
as then someone else blows out the candle light,
they laugh at this with smoke from the candle twists,
anger in his voice of insults knowing everyone resists,
now in the darkness he sees them all in a happy place,
just a cowardly verbal attack adds to his disgrace.