i was surround by disinterested people
when i mistakenly began to wonder why i was disinterested myself.
unfortunately i had noone around me
who was interested in talking about it

and as luck would have it
i spent several years in that place
where people don't care to talk about it
except when drunk, and with a fiery spite
reserved usually for the politicians

it seems momentum of a social kind
has made me a kind of dirt puddle after the rain
that passersby avoid as a matter of habit and instinct
except for slutty girls in rain boots
and tenured outliers that have long stopped caring
about a little dirt on their clothing