Tell me, tell me.

poetry

I do not offer what I bring to this table
What I bring to this table is of my own concern
Do not busy yourself with my business
for we’ve far too little time to tarry
now speak

and tell me
precisely
what it means

from the effigy burning in your front yard
to the bumper sticker on your refrigerator
to the love you tried to show but
never really had to give

Speak loud and slowly
I’m hard of hearing in my years of listening
to the stereo blasting far too loud.

I always thought it funny
that you could talk shit in stereo.

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