hit the road jack

when young we tolerate
the foolish.

the insane
the bothersome.

the liars and those full
of themselves.

we play along. we say okay.
they're young,

they're learning,
they'll grow up in time.

but in time, never comes.

and now,
at this ripe age

you don't want to be in
the same room

with them.
conversation is pointless.

love or even like
is difficult if not impossible
for those

of that kind.