he made great fodder for my pen. but i’ll never get those hours back in my life.
are a fountain of useless information
spouting your words recklessly
as food crumbles from your mouth.
all around you cringe
as your waxed lecture
goes on without end.
you suck the pimento
from the olives of your martini
as effortlessly as you suck dry
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