That’s Nice.

And the sign of arrogance is when you stay up til 5am reading your own blog.
They’re going to break the plates, but they don’t even care. The knives should be left and not pounded – swallowed but not choked on.
Sanity is not easy to come by, but extremely easy to lose. Just sit quietly at a table with the hubub and noise around you – you’ll soon lose your grasp on serenity.
And the funny thing is, no one cares. You begin an important story, details galore, and you find their eyes growing orange with “I don’t care” poison leaking through their system.
“That’s nice.”
Tantrums come from chickens, but who really knows if the egg came first? The mysteries of life are mysterious, as all mysteries are.
The toe and the nose are scratched with shoes and a thumb. This would make a smart poem if it weren’t so dumb.
“That’s nice.”