Nod, Stare And Sit...That's It

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

When people are wrapped up in themselves,
Listen to their conversations.
And the subject given most attention!

One need not listen too closely to realized...
The topic for today is,
As it was yesterday and will be next week!
One only needs to imagine this.

Usually they are in constant pain.
Seeking to rid themselves of it.
Or speaking of material wishes to gain.
And when they have finished talking about themselves...
They have an urgency to quickly leave.

'Next stop, please.'

Of course,
They finalize their 'visit'.
By stating how disgusting others are.

'Excuse me.
Can't you see I am trying to get off?
You people have no respect at all! '

You people! Ha...
Those are the ones who refuse,
To give them the time of day!
I wouldn't either...
If I wasn't sitting trapped on a bus.
And pretending to be a deaf mute,
Nodding in agreement...
When people like that begin to move their lips.
I nod, stare and sit...that's it!

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