No good deed goes unpaid,
so let me know when you’ve figured
out the going rate
for exposure.
We get that in spades
as the days go on,
and everyone talks, and talks.
“It’s none of my business,”
or so you say,
sitting on a bench
in a tumultuous place.
People going on and on
about their days, their weeks.
The meek will inherit the Earth,
but even they, sometimes,
are willing to bend the golden rule
for a laugh at other’s expense.
Moving along, moving along
we mustn’t dwell.
We’ve all got things to do today,
places to be,
stories to tell.
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