Small Talk

about superficial conversations

You ask how I'm doing and I say

"Oh, I can't complain."

Knowing you don't really care anyway.

We engage in a waltz of words,

You step left with an "It's a beautiful day."

I match with a "yeah, it's ok."

We trample the floor 

leaving a trail of empty expressions.

Novice to society's hold on

naked conversations.

You tell a second grade

"Why did the chicken cross the road?" joke.

I bellow a faux, robust chuckle

As our rhythm of small talk

comes to a peak

We saunter to sulk

and rub our mind's feet

Our fastidious adieus 

show our raw couths

Our tongues still tingle with numbness

Oh how did the beauty of words 

come to this?

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[Davidgeo]

Just wait for Ai to really take hold.

There will eventually be tax incentives for dating. Jerkin' off is already almost a better time if you do it properly. Humans need to breed though... : o