Not wasting a moment
more of my breath on him.
Not wasting time. Look at him,
a waste, a time suck.
To say the least,
he’s a shit. A turd
not worthy of a second wipe.
He’s a disaster,
to say the least,
to say the absolute least
in the least time
with the fewest and shortest words,
with no words, perhaps,
with a gesture
or one eyebrow,
one finger
raised, one elbow digging into
your target rib —
get a load
of that guy. Of him.
Need I say more than that —
if I do, if I need to explain myself,
you better pull up a chair
as there’s a lot to be said,
to say the least,
a lot to be said,
I guess
it’s kind of a
long story.
Dark Matter 