Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Hail Fellow Well Met

“His imagination was almost incapable of sustaining a dialogue.” - From The Beautiful and the Damned by F Scott Fitzgerald.
He was a garrulous sort
Just never had anything to say
He could pontificate on many subjects
But go into depth on none of them
He could hold up his end of any conversation
But wouldn’t listen to your end
He could wax eloquent
But when all was said and done
Nothing had really been said
He had many acquaintances
But few friends
Who could be really close
To such an empty fellow
He lived alone and liked it that way
He talked to himself saying nothing of consequence
For if he ever did he’d have to face some harsh truths
Like why he was alone
Everyone liked him
No one loved him
Here he comes now
Full of bonhomie 
Whatta guy

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