Announcements and scattered
information of little consequence,
offers for things I don’t need
or hadn’t even considered, and
now make no sense.
Random requests for details
that do not mater, will not make
a difference, and are of little value.
Demands on my time, with
no true replies. Nothing really
worth anything, not today in
any way. Just junk taking up
space and leaving little room
for anything important. No news.
Not even a voice selling me
another point of view, trying
to convince me of unoriginal ideas
and common thought.
I can’t be sold, I won’t be bought.
There is nothing brilliant and
nothing bold. My mind, like my
mailbox, is on overload. What is
inside need not be opened. Nothing
to say, nothing special. Not today.