All readers are gullible,
All conversationalists are bullies,
All athletes boring,
Movie buffs are all pretentious,
The responsible all preoccupied,
All artists distracted,
All writers sentimental,
The good, all dull,
Socialites, trivial.
Only the bad, who do nothing all day,
Are worthy to read this poem,
Are worthy to be my friend,
Are interesting to me.
They listen for awhile,
Then they burst out with something,
Something that makes me think.
That’s why I’m the bad person’s friend,
Though it’s you I secretly admire,
You, I will love in the end.
