Don't Ask Me

Quit acting so friendly.
Don't nod don't laugh all nicely.
Don't thin you'll up-end me.
Don't sigh, don't sip your iced-tea.
And don't say, "It's been a while..."
And don't flash that stupid smile.

Don't ask me how I've been.

Don't think I've forgotten,
you never likd that necklace.
So cordial, so rotten...
Kiss, kiss let's meet for breakfast.
Don't show up so on-time
and don't act like you're kind.

Don't ask me how I've been.

Don't sit there and play just
so frank, so straight, so candid,
so thoughtful, so gracious,
so sound, so even-handed.
Don't be so damn benign
and don't waste my fucking time.

Don't ask me how I've been.

I feel like it would feel good to say this to someone (and no, I don't have a specific person in mind.

I have a cold. It is not fun in any sense of anything. My new wish is that I could breath through my nose for more than 3 minutes in a row. The pressure between my eyes is amazing. Not fun, but still amazing.

Today starts the weekend, which is good. I might sleep a lot. And by might I mean I will.