You’re not the reason…

Posted: October 1, 2011 in otiose

I don’t like the way you interrupt me
when I’m clearly busy.

I don’t like how you congregate where I’m working
and expect me to entertain you.

Where’s my tip?

I don’t like it when you watch me
and then act like I’m not worthy to demand
and acquire
that eye contact that makes us both uncomfortable.

Be uncomfortable for a second, asshole.

I don’t like the things you say
or the way you say them.

I don’t like you, but I guess that’s all on me.

I don’t think I’ll be losing any sleep.

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