Young Alien Type
Bluelighter
A tournament,
Testament to interior monologue
Leaning over to my counterpart, I ask
"Excuse me,
Are we getting anywhere?
Surely this must be as
Tiring to you as it is to me"
"I couldn't say", I reply,
"My sentience is under your shoe"
Sure, the joke's a bit off, but
The timing is right.
I'm smiling, slowly...
Laughing with me,
Laughing at me.
Silence.
Another turn of tides
Now the air about us is like our converstaion:
Empty, and smelling a little of alcohol.
Testament to interior monologue
Leaning over to my counterpart, I ask
"Excuse me,
Are we getting anywhere?
Surely this must be as
Tiring to you as it is to me"
"I couldn't say", I reply,
"My sentience is under your shoe"
Sure, the joke's a bit off, but
The timing is right.
I'm smiling, slowly...
Laughing with me,
Laughing at me.
Silence.
Another turn of tides
Now the air about us is like our converstaion:
Empty, and smelling a little of alcohol.
