Vapid Poem by RIC BASTASA

blah blah blah
that is what i hear about you,
a bland taste of life,
kind of bromidic
attic,

tongue clichéd,
becoming a conventional cornball,
what have we become but
dull as dishwater,

feeling so dumb,
an everyday humdrum,

you feel for flat-footed,
an expression so hackneyed,

ho hum
insipid insect,
more of mundane,
d- noplace,

an old hat of grandpa,
papa's pabulum,
plain pedestrian,

partly platitudinous,
a square-faced tribesman
a check that has gone stale,

a well cut stereotyped pattern,
laughing stock,

stupid cupid,

tired, tripe, trite,
unimaginative,
watery eyes
wishy-washy
panty.

ok, just go back to vapid.