I Am Bored With Chit-Chat

Like a target, you zero in on me And begin your chit-chatting… But I don’t care if you took some test, Or how many times you had to guess. Or where your faceless friends were sitting, Or if you wore your lucky ribbon. Let’s talk about something “real,” Something deep, something you feel. I don’t care if it’s going to rain; The weather channel will tell me the same. Don’t you care about Victims of the tsunami? Isn’t the state of the world Alarming? Don’t you care that your husband’s Cheating on you? With your neighbor no less, Marylou? “Oh,” you say, “but her hair is so cool.” Right, I nod, and begin to drool… 4/28/11 Under the influence of anger and sickness - sick of her shallow, petty concerns and angry at having to listen to them!