you incurious bastards
that’s right poets, I’m pointing at you
your drive by disinterest is infectious
the patient zero of making others feel disposable
What? too taxing to scan an about page
too nimble to take notice, too high in your
“azure” blue sky to wallow in the why and what for
Screw you and that Eye Rhyme you rode in on. You side saddle and sideswipe with your thus, thou, and the. me me me me me.
I got a prompt for your mean-spirited ass. Verse using ambivert.
Look it up, wordsmiths.