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I don’t really care who you are,
Or what you say
about who you know.
Your pleasing pleasantries
May be nice to you
To me they are unnerving.
I don’t really want
to waste my time
About fairy tale stories
and polite conversation.
You took a Camel
On a desert ride
Yay for you and the Saudis.
Call me apathetic,
But don’t call me rude
I’ll sit here and feign interest
If it will make you smile.
Call me whatever
In your heart you will
My motives aren’t for lack of boredom.
Stop “n” chat
Why do we do it
When neither of us has any obligation.
I saw you once ten years ago
And now your life’s unfolding.
I’m glad your grandmother
Is not quite senile
Although her “depends” can be tiresome.
I’m happy that your mother
Is still a bitch
And that I’d no longer find her attractive.
It’s good to know that your job’s going great
Now that you got your Associates.
An your engaged
To Penny from high school
Who of course I dated.
Isn’t it amazing that you smashed your car
One night 5 years ago.
And wouldn’t it be great
If we never got in accidents
As you’ve pointed so.
Oh these tiresome chats,
And the way they flow
To muse
Apathetic and boring
and
Most of all
isn’t it interesting,
No word of how
I’m doing.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
David DeSantis
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