Sometimes Angry

Some of us are conjoined by circumstance, merely and awkwardly congenial.

By obligatory chance we meet
Blah blah handshakes in the street
Offers zip to entertain
Threatened by rule-breaking play
At the Bullshit People Games

Was a friend, now simply strange
Out of touch, out of range
What’s your damage, old headcase?
Dealing history to save face?
Occupying rent-free headspace?

The ones who never meet your eyes
Ugly girls, ugly guys


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