29.7.14



--   Irrelevant


youch  thats got to hurt 
                                                                                                                   
how many times had she had to say that   and still it didnt find ground or stop their 
incessant calling  badgering
 
the time and times again she threw that at their feet
Irrelevant
it apparently sounded nothing more  than having spoken into the dull deaf void 
vacuum  of their ears

how many more times was she expected   to be polite                                                                       though it was her Nature
                                                                                              and they seemingly knew it
to explain                                                                                                                            exhaustively
--   No more messengers
No more intermediaries
                                        heads  authentically  stuffed so far up their arses
they couldnt recall or communicate the slightest detail  or precariously few details  she 
imparted them
                         despite evidence   --   listen to the tedium in her voice   --   its Ache 
whose teeming and seething other words wanted their expression   --   though she withheld   
Dammed

Irrelevant  was perfectly apt
a better term didnt exist
                                         perhaps too many syllables to comprehend


she grew weary
                           but maybe that was part of their Game
Inept


she disregarded her pieces Now

Now
when they called
she answered
then stabbed END with her thumb
as if she were gouging out their eye or pushing their Adams apple aside    
                                                                                                      suffocating them
Then
even her hangups
confused them

they were as irrelevant as seatbelts in diesel trucks
condoms for ugly men
and Nursery rhymes



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