Polite Conversation

I cannot be bothered; it is rude to say, It is the only truth I have. To do all I have to, Trying to accomplish something lasting Is a grueling task. I have to escape. These people have no idea Who I really am. My fault I guess I have not told them. They have not asked. They think I am someone wonderful. Funny. Without gall. However, I am not that sunny, Sweet person I have walked in darkness. I have tasted death. Right in my own mouth. I almost swallowed it, Then spit came from my gut, And pushed it out. So do not bother me with trivialities About your friends, friend’s sister Or, whatever rot Is falling from your mouth I have tasted death, I tell you Now I am hungry for the taste of life.