To My Row Z Seatmates

You go to the theater
And pay for your seat.
Perhaps you go often
Or just for a treat.

But when Act I begins,
To keep talking is rude,
Being clueless the reason
That I must conclude.

I regret my inaction,
Yet I was among
Other audience members
Who each held his tongue.

For maybe by saying, 
Of course, with a smile,
“Please shut the f*** up!”
It would work for a while.

At least of their rudeness
They would be aware,
While likely confirming
They just didn’t care.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Greenhough Avatar
November 2, 2025 at 7:43 AM
I'm sorry to laugh but I've had this happen too. And once I was also at fault and told about it. The poor tongue, so closely tied to the brain. I hope that your future theater visits go better.
Wolf Avatar
November 1, 2025 at 9:05 PM
On the other hand, restraint may be the wisest choice, as so often derivatives of 'road rage' ramp up into destructive fires. ~ Old-Fashioned, but Unscarred
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