And you went on talking
in a jargon I couldn’t understand,
about things I don’t care about.
You have read ‘important’ books,
which I clearly haven’t.
And when you talked about
those things that mattered to me,
I was wrong,
just an ignorant fool
and I believed you
until I realized
that the jargon you spoke
was of elite class,
and I’m unaware of it.
Nice poem