She Fusses Poem by Ravi Kopra

She fusses
but has no idea
what fuss is all about
fuss is for fuss' sake
that is her idea
but nonsense to me
who wants nonsense
and on the top of it
layers of fluffy fuss
with no taste in it
words, words, empty words
to put together to say
something without
substance, without anthing
to make something out of
hot humid air no one can make it
but she does, she can
she's good at it
it puts me off, I
do not know how can I
tell it better than this.