I cared but you didn’t listen.
You wouldn’t respect what I had to say.
I made an effort, but it wasn’t enough.
You complained like there was nothing better to say.
I’m left frustrated,
Feeling graceless and inept.
You left condescension,
Token effort, rebukes unchecked.
I’m happiest doing this alone.
No meddling, no money.
You’re stupefied and bewildered,
Blinded to your own inconsistency
I throw away old roses,
My failure of dependency.
Podcasts are so much easier than conversations.
The measured and thought-provoking ideas that speak to you
with excited nerdiness and self-assured expertise.
Intro music and manufactured giggling,
a dash of Casper, Quip and Audible promos for
a rainy day companion with a pause button.
Wouldn’t it be nice if you could fast-forward social niceties?
Skip the bolstering and rumor mongering like peddlers selling ratty washcloths.
No more missed calls or tired exaggerations.
It’s easy to listen when it’s on your own terms,
but it doesn’t make you a good listener
just a content one
Podcasts aren’t a strain on my social battery.
There’s no nagging or whining, just
Revolutions and Planet Money
with a dash full of Criminals.
They’re useful, informative, and minimal
and they don’t get mad when you fall asleep.
It’s getting personal without the people.
Listening without commitments as the sound vibrates
in your head-shaped works in progress.
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