candy flaccid garbage pomp
it’s the sound of small talk
between two plastic people —
the whole interaction
makes my entire body wince…
it’s the champagne laughs that accompany
the cell phone photo library show-and-tell-a-thon
— it’s like rainbow sprinkles in my overhearer’s ear
please, just stop it
you’re an idiot, okay?
that’s why I don’t want to read your bullshit,
your candy flaccid garbage pomp!
the drivel gives me gas…