It. Won't. Work.

8-28-09 1:50 AM

Push them up.
The glasses, that is.
You can't see what's wrong.
Without them.
Everything must be fine-tuned.
I guess.
Tell me what you think.
Oh wait.
I forgot.
I don't actually care.
So let me just tap.
My foot.
Of course.
Impatient?
Yes.
But I don't care.
Just finish talking already.
Would you?
It'd be great.
Wouldn't it?
If I could actually.
Give a response.
So just.
Keep.
Talking.
Try to make me care.
It won't.
Work.

Reviews

[R.D.Scott]

A very interesting piece. I am curious however, is this poem written about the police or lawyers? Its something I havent seen written about before which makes it very refreshing.