You ask me a question and then ignore me
when I tell you the answer.
You ask me the question again
and then ignore me
when I tell you the answer again.
I begin to suspect you're asking
not because you want to know
but
because you can.
You rephrase the question,
ignore my answer,
and then turn and ask someone else.
In my mind's eye,
I rush across the room
and push you through the window.
As you fall five stories,
I shout the answer after you,
but you hit the pavement
before you can ask again.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
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sir:
i went to the Art Museum,
and asked for you,
but they said:
"I'm sorry,
he no longer works here..."
i was upset,
and said;
"Fuck"
aloud.
sorry.
-b
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