Words pass fast,
it troubles you
that I don’t care
a damn about them.
Long ago, darling,
some wise man said
’my way or the highway’
yes, a very wise man.
Can you not understand
my objections?
Are you too absorbed
in sharing our tales?
I’ll laugh at the selfless
especially the pretentious
i hope you don’t turn to one
the lowest of classes
gossip, their sole high in life.