Man, I can feel your entrapment in this piece. No matter which way you look and how hard you try you have no other option but to walk away to keep your own integrity. Words of wisdom for an any day occurrence.

The poem starts out strong as well -I find people weary -I was intrigued right from the start.

Scratching empty plates with angry forks.

A very picturesque line.

I chuckle at their indecent ways.
Laughing for days.

Incognito

You start out laughing but in the end have to get away.

Dancing in irreverent waves of plunder.

Again, very powerful.

Down their common sense.

Tired as I am…

An all so true arrangement of emotions, negativity draining the human spirit.

I wonder how fast you come up with these things. You obviously have a gift!

 Hey Angel! I've probably actually read this poem more than any of yours (which means I've read it a lot). I love the idea of this poem, because I can feel people drain me of energy, just by being around me. I really can't improve the poem much.

Since you're a big fan of alliteration tell me how would you like to change "needing" to "hungering" in the line...

The needing for the horde.
Hiding humanity’s open sores.
 

Just a thought....needing as a noun is kind of a week word anyways I believe.

Well I was hoping that I could find someway else to help you, but I can't. I just want to encourage you to keep sharing your work with us!

First of this is the first of your works that I have read and, wow it is ringing in my head right now. I like it very much. Permission to tattoo it on my forehead? Ok enough of that now the critique. I get a sense of subtle disgust off this poem. You know what I mean? The narrator is obviously mad at the folks that are surrounding him and draining him to the point where he has to get away. A strong point in the poem that I loved is:

The needing for the horde.
Hiding humanity’s open sores.
Symmetry of others scorned.
Scratching empty plates with angry forks.

That part right there incorporates a feeling that reverberates through us all.  

 I'd have to say those first three stanzas are flawless. Perfectly set and written, perfectly dark and depressing. I think most people can relate to this feeling of not being part of the pack, and possibly not wanting to be. I have a problem in the 4th stanza with...

"Dancing in irreverent waves of plunder.
Waiting to pull them under."

The "Waiting to pull them under," seems to be an escape from something more intricate. Judging by this poem I'd say you could think of something less...cliche? To me, it just seems like a fairly simple rhyme with no imagination, just kind of shallow.

And in the 5th...

"I look above, but still there’s clouds."

I think this could be put into a more delicate form, perhaps like...

"I look above, but still,

There are clouds." Just a suggestion.

Other than those, I'd say I love it. I'll keep an eye out on you. I'd love to read more of your stuff.