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A poem regarding the meaninglessness and detrimental nature of small talk. |
| do tell me crack about the recent movement in precipitous clouds over your expensive expansive estate and how wet you might have gotten. do tell me crack about your favorite team of athletic individuals that chased a synthetic orb much more efficiently than your neighbor's favorite team of athletic individuals and how this makes you so happy. do tell me crack about that one guy oh what was his name the organ player from that church your mom's cousin used to go to got engaged to the aunt of that one gal oh what was her name and how they're going to have a beautiful wedding and how wonderful everything is. do tell me crack ok. this isn't working. you can't expect me to take a toy bicycle into the Tour de France you can't expect me continue this with just a cracking meaningless vehicle. this little plastic frame crack just isn't up to the task. small talk is all well and good but these tiny cracking wheels won't hold us for much longer. I want a real bike. |