I am not listening

I wrote this one in 1997. I was hanging out at a friends apartment and he left his journal out. I picked an empty page and wrote this. The point is- we only hear what we want to.


I am not listening! I hoped my eyes would say.
I was not listening at any point today!
I am not listening, and still you blab and blab.
I can not stand your stories, no matter what you gab!
Your car, your house, your friends...
Your mom, hair cut, or scab!!
The constant pain with in your rump.
Your pets, your phone, your dad!
Your job, your spouse, your weight, your life and everything you do!
Blah, blah, blah!
Blah, blah, blah!
Sex
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!
Wait!... Did you say SEX? Oh… you said six...
Then I am not listening to you!