“Thank you,” he said to appease me.
“How are you?” my sentence began.
He replied, “I’m fine, how are you, my old friend?
Now there’s someone who knows
where respect grows. Pardon me,
if I lose you, on this one.
“Excuse me,” he said, as
he pushed me away, without malice.
“Have a nice day” I said as I left…
“Pardon me” “How are you?” “What do you do?”
So this poem sucketh
without an ounce of true.
If I could make it go away
would you tell me,