Sadly, most of the people in my life fit this description.
But are not known. We nod and smile as you
Natter, fascinated by yourselves. We prefer to be
Polite. We keep ourselves from drumming fingers,
Looking at our watches, yawning. Consequently,
Once you've finished (for the moment), you trot
Off convinced that we are lucky we're your friends.
In fact, we stare and ask ourselves, “How can
Those so self-absorbed so fail to realize that
They are dull?”
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2012-04-03 at 00:48
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Symbiosis
We who hear but rarely speak are seen by you,But are not known. We nod and smile as you
Natter, fascinated by yourselves. We prefer to be
Polite. We keep ourselves from drumming fingers,
Looking at our watches, yawning. Consequently,
Once you've finished (for the moment), you trot
Off convinced that we are lucky we're your friends.
In fact, we stare and ask ourselves, “How can
Those so self-absorbed so fail to realize that
They are dull?”
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 18 times
Written on 2012-04-03 at 00:48
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