The popular consensus
Is impossible to ignore
Small talk is so repetitive
I’ve heard it all before
All you give is lip sync
It’s because you have nothing to say
All you know is gossip and glitz
But I cant think that way
I would like some conversation
The lights are on, but you’re not home
You are trapped in the make-believe world of celebrity
Where the deluded people roam
Saturday is freezing
Dulling idle minds
We are lost to reality
Where the supernova shines
You seem immune to gravity
Your world orbit’s the inane
Unable to think for yourself
You have a phone poll for a brain
Tedium is the currency
Talk is very cheap
Incessantly they chatter
I’m just counting sheep
NikMorgan ...
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/counting-sheep-8/
