Why do you give a shit?
About the eyes,
the words,
the sharp pain of standing out with an opinion.
You’re worried about getting isolated
yet,
you hide inside yourself
day after day
around the people you claim are your friends
who you’ve spent over 20 years with
and
still
aren’t close enough
to have the decency
to drop your fork on the porcelain plate and honestly say:
“Your pot roast is tastes drier than grandma pussy.”
…Why do you give a shit?