Vapid
blah blah blah
that is what i hear about you,
a bland taste of life,
kind of bromidic
attic,
tongue clichéd,
becoming a conventional cornball,
what have we become but
dull as dishwater,
feeling so dumb,
an everyday humdrum,
you feel for flat-footed,
an expression so hackneyed,
ho hum
insipid insect,
more of mundane,
d- noplace,
an old hat of grandpa,
papa's pabulum,
plain pedestrian,
partly platitudinous,
a square-faced tribesman
a check that has gone stale,
a well cut stereotyped pattern,
laughing stock,
stupid cupid,
tired, tripe, trite,
unimaginative,
watery eyes
wishy-washy
panty.
ok, just go back to vapid.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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