I never learn.
I see you coming and let you barge right in.

You never listen.
You only talk, talk, talk
about things that interest you
about things that make you look important
about you, you, you.
A minute after you open your mouth i want to shove you in a box,
seal it with packing tape
and ship you off to Antarctica.

And yet I know
with a sinking feeling
that in the morning
when I look into the mirror
you’ll still be there.