"Deadwood"

i always wonder:
why do people insist on asking questions,
when they care absolutely fuckin' nothing about the answers?

it's become so ingrained in human fuckin' nature,
the compulsion, that is, to always
observe the social fuckin' pleasantries.

"how are you," can mean anything from
"hello" to "fuck you",
and ought not be accidentally mistaken
for an expression of fuckin' solicitude.

© 2005