The Most Boring Man
At last I am more
boring than the most
boring man at work.
I see panic in his eyes
as he’s washing up.
I enter the restroom
with a friendly smile
and the charming start
to a garrulous tale:
he’s gone like a shot.
I chuckle and piss.
Oh, the years of listening,
caught in the beam
of another’s high regard
for his riveting life!
Handholding, counsel—
die, miserable dogs!
No more the talking cure
driving me insane,
no more the delightful
tar pits of the cute.
I am the most boring
now and it only took
learning how to share.
– Jim Cummins
