Ninth poem

Boring people,
boring lives,
boring dates,
the city.

Superficial cares,
and superficial stares.
Do you have an original thought?

Wearing a mask,
playing a part,
dinner, dessert, goodnight.

“You’re cute,”
“You’re hot,”
I’d rather be shot.
I know what I want, you’re not.

Depth, care,
Wisdom, and sass.
Motivation, desire for more.

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