Getting Along

 

It’s almost impossible not to

bullshit some,

sometimes a lot–arguing, even

nice talk

can be draining–it’s easier easier

to spread your wings and splash

down easy.

So much talk is uninformed,

downright stupid or the bluster of

mean spirits.

You want your own opinions–okay,

your own facts–not okay.

So people dig in, rarely recanting;

the more off center, the deeper the dig.

Egging them on with sarcasm or

openly antagonistic snark will not

change anything or make you

feel good about it later.

Practice deep breathing,

counting, visualization,

suck it up, smile, nod,

keep blood pressure normal,

live another day.

 

Just A Little Respect Please  

 

Being ignored hurts

whether you are deemed old and invisible or

uninformed and irrelevant.

Not the snobbish patois

smacking of privilege and distinction

more the power posturing of arrogance.

Even knowing contributions exist

doesn’t invite exchange with minds

cluttered with extraneous chatter.

Grey or white, stooped,

wrinkled loose skin is

not a reflection of cortical activity.

 

Talk, Talk, Talk  

 

yak, yak, yak, yak, like yak,

nervous chortles,

more yada, yada, yada

 

if you listen, you learn nothing

all about me, me, me

like yak, yak, and yada, whatever

 

implausible, impersonal, impossible

falsetto whispers to intimate  importance

more yada, laughter, cackles

 

making small talk, nonsense

passes time without thought or commitment

anonymous almost, not leading anywhere

no course, recourse, change course

 

we are done, leave me alone