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Utopia

Two women

Sit next to me

Talking shit about their ‘friend’

For 30 minutes straight

And their conversation

Makes me want to take their drinks

And punt them across the bar


They talk so fast

There’s so much shit talking

To interpret


I piece together the story though

And it’s incredibly common

And

Boring


I remember

How many different women

Have told me that this world would become an utopia

If men weren’t on it


I’m not so sure about that though

I try to give these ladies the benefit of the doubt

But the shit-talking

Goes on

And on

And on

And on


Eventually

It becomes

Unbearable to listen to

And I have to put in my headphones

Where my world becomes

So much more

Peaceful.


-C.H.


 
 
 

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