Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Surrounded By Talking Morons

Surrounded by talking morons
Incessant talkers
Who have nothing to say
Yet do nothing but speak
and speak and speak
and speak and speak and speak

I roll my eyes inside my head as they yap
Communing secretly with another silent one
Wondering if she is on the same wavelength
I laugh when she rolls her eyes, on the outside where I can see
Matter of fact, I cannot stop laughing, and neither can she

We begin eating in a different place, away from our coworkers
who remain constant in their willingness to sit silently while one
yapper who has no new ideas and nothing to say keeps them hostage

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Rico Leffanta March 1, 2020 at 12:39 PM Bravo! One of the worst shocks on leaving a Reservation is that Native Americans don't speak unless they have something important to say, whereas other cultures prattle on ad nauseum! Public transportation can be Hell! Aloha! Rico Caren Krutsinger March 2, 2020 at 1:10 AM I cannot believe the prattle I hear and constantly....