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