Every Event - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Every Event

Every event was
The same: Stand there
And get talked at
For far too long,
Until his eyes glazed over,
All the while wishing
The purveyor of this
Deluge of unrequested,
Vapid, remarkably
Uninteresting information
Would notice his
Increasing agony.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer