Key Words trounced and trivialized like friendly houseflies
I can’t exterminate them
And if I could I would be lost
See? There’s another one →↑
Mortified bystanders gawk and stare
Looking for stories to tell
Well, this well has run dry
You snatch tidbits from under each other’s tables
And pass them around excitedly,
like you’ve discovered a pirate’s treasure
“Hey, Claire. Did you hear about Susan? I heard she...”
Watch out for the cyanide, you openmouthed bottom-feeders
A grenade in your rectum should do the trick
Get your butt away from my life
Get your hand up out of my pants
Get your — oh, hell, just leave me alone