That's Rude Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I am not the one to call you names.
However...
I have perfected a few facial expressions.

'Really?
I'm impressed already.
Go on.
I'd like to see them.'

When I roll my eyes up...
And they remain there a few seconds,
That means your conversation...
Is beginning to become disbelieved.

'Hmmm.
Okay.'

When I roll my eyes to the left,
And I begin to nibble on my bottom lip...
I am asking myself,
'Why am I listening to this bunch of...
Malarkey.'
With the hopes you notice I am doing it.

'Uh huh.
Go on.'

When my eyes roll from left to right,
And widen wide...
That should give you a clue,
I know that you lie.

'Uh...hmmm.
And...
What else you got? '

And if I begin to roll them around,
Twice.
And leave them left staring at the ground...
And my head is bowed,
With my hand resting on my forehead?
Nothing you have said,
Am I interested in.

'I THINK I would rather have you call me names.'

Oh...
I left out one thing.
If my hand goes over my mouth like this...
And you can't hear a thing I say,
That means you have gotten the message.
And standing next to me,
You will not stay.

'I'm sorry.
What did you say?
You have your mouth covered.

So...
Now you rather just wave and walk away?
That's rude.'