On Days When Boredom Outweighed Annoyance
Perhaps everything, perhaps nothing
The view from the window was stunning
Flick, flick - two flicks of your finger and the view
Testy, aren't we?
I didn't ask for this silence, or the bouquet
Although in retrospect they were beautifully
Muttering such obvious obscenities - obscurities?
Well, they were so obscure they were obscene
Take pleasure, smile, at
You - the plainest view of you
And if they saw you they wouldn't understand
They'd think I was taking an abstract pleasure
I call it