Voluminous Airhead

You suffocate me with your details

Try talking about the length of your hair

or the shampoo you prefer the most nowadays.

I am glad we didn't meet yesterday.

I shirked from participating in that silly blonde stuff

Which you blabbed on-

Going to the gym and shopping;

Even brunettes can do that.

I savored the delicacy of that fragile thoughtlessness

But it wasn't as weak as it looked like.

Almost equating a phalanx of airheads,

You impressed me with your nothingness.

I am not good at judging people.

But they place themselves on the table before me,

Begging to cross-check and examine.

Trust me, I was forced to pass a remark on your body language and badly straightened hair.

There's nothing to attend to nowadays,

When those customary McDonald's joints are noticed more than the humans walking beside us.

I would prefer a toilet seat, unkempt and unwashed

Over your tarnished mentality.