and i've grown weary of it.
the way they take the broken
shards of argument,
scrape and stab,
until everyone in the room is bleeding.


all for the drama of the event.


and i've grown weary of it.
the way they get their sweet tooth
fix on sugary gossip,
they chomp and growl
until the whole town is watering at the mouth.


all for the sake of boredom.


and i've grown weary of it.
the vultures hanging around the honest,
belly-bulging babes.
they wink and ******
until the best in us, is laid to waste.


all in the name of accomplishment.