The agnostic sits peering over his frames,

certain of his surety, he demands

acknowledgement of his view.

The paranoid, peeks out the window,

lowering his voice as he states

that others are listening.

They talk of cabals and conspiracy,

as the Mason and the Christian

chuckle behind their hands.

This linquistic battle, a staple;

will continue through the evening.

I yawn and stretch.

The Mason looks at me and laughs

knowing that I, the Christian

will not intervene.

Another night of entertainment

without the television

without popcorn.