Tedium

Slap bang in the middle of one of your talks, 

You have rapid schemes that swell and swirl, 

Like whirlpools. We all descend beside you, 

When we are with you. 

How much time of mine have you talked through, 

Minutes when I’ve lost the will to listen or express, 

Whatever, anything, just something belonging to me, 

A politician I am not, nor the universal sage, 

That you claim to be.

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