I’m there and I’m not there
Because I’m here
Sitting in
my chair
Looking at people
seen
Like talking
postage stamps
On my
computer screen.
Yattering and
chattering
Debating and
berating,
Oozing charm and derision,
Raising my
suspicions.
Whilst their
words go in one ear
Mistrust whispers
in the other.
Despite slick
presentations
And passionate
orations,
Mistrust
just won’t go away.
I’m too
cynical and aged,
For real
speakers on real stages,
So, I’ll sit
here at home
Scratch my
head, fart and groan.
While the postage
stamp people
Burble,
babble on and on
And endlessly
intone’
Turning my
remaining brain cells
Into arid echoing
bone.
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