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Of All the Boring Halfwits

I was painted a different shade
It was a rainy Sunday
God loves a little irony
You were dressed to the nines
Insufferable and dimwitted
As per usual, I suppose

I was happy to ignore
Stale complaints
I was fixed on a tree
And the raven therein pondering
Nestled down as to draw no attention
But I spotted it, weeping

I could float around this place
But you're much too preoccupied
With silly conversations and gossip
I wish I had your ability to be happy
Sucking the color from the trees
And be so captivated by the talk
About who was on their knees
Last night with someone I never met
Someone whose name I'll soon forget

I want to walk into a dense fog
Never to reemerge.