NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight, Poem Twenty-Two

Gate

Party over
when revealed
all are invited.

Crashers
run through
open door.

Unwanted
bring over
own beverage.

Walls of
sound broken
by listening.

Noses scrunch
 not everyone
can celebrate.

If all
rejoicing
no one is.

Own hosts
have hailed
authorities.

Circles
spinoff
without tops.