Have you ever shown sincere interest in me?
Now, look past the surface; all else is filigree.
You assume what I share is all that there is.
Yet, I curate it all so you’ll think I’m a whiz.
I fill the silent space that keeps you content.
Then, I listen in turn to your every red cent.
No one ever set out to be your burden.
Though, it’s down to you that I throw no more words in.
Defensive & cruel without half measures took.
See, all I really needed was two elbows crooked.
L.B.Stowe 