Neighbor, my mind made itself. I have decided to be troubled.
You should have seen me reading Vonnegut.
I think Bokonism is real. I want my thoughts to go stupid.
Neighbor I will offer you a seat next to me on the bus, if you like.
We can talk about the parts of The Apology that keep tripping you up.
Or you can bitch to me about homework your daughter did not do.
You’ll say she was out with your SUV proving the DMV should set higher standards.
To be affable you’ll make a remark about the legs on the USC sorority pledge sitting nearby.
Neighbor, I feel bad for you. Would you like a handjob? Maybe we can ask the sorority pledge?
Love thy neighbor as thyself?
OH. SORRY. Sheesh. I thought you would at least be receptive to my pledge of love.
Ha. ha. Not funny? Hmmm….
The conversation won’t matter to me though.
I will be paying far more attention to my book of poems by Allen Ginsbeard.
I see you’ve a copy of the New Yorker.
I guess we both have our own backwards ways.
Take me for instance.
I know the sorority girl. We dated for a week.
She thought me artsy, but the age difference got to her.
I mean, pledging a sorority at 45, and chasing young men.
She wanted someone closer to her age, and more her stream.
And I can respect a girl who keeps me longer than some of her video rentals.
Because most girls should keep me for a week at least. I have bulky genitals.
Sorry, I said that. Hmm. Try some of my tea? It is hemlock.
Neighbor, please come back.
I had fellow feelings for you.
We could have had a dialogue!
Well, at least I can put my feet up.
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