042010g Which Group You Ought To Be Poem by Manonton Dalan

i listen to office stories; no politics
tiger didn't make hundred; forgotten
toyota never heard for two weeks
graduation is creeping to the top ten
stranded pets at airports; most knows
tea party, not part of gossip menu

whiners gather around like bees
they console each other to please
smokers stayed at their own pit
bumming smoke; blowing clouds
silent group line against the wall
listening; pretending they know it all