It seems no matter where I go
all I seem to find
are nodding heads and polite
words that mean nothing.
And then there is here
where all the words are not so polite
but they try not to dig
gouges of flesh out of the body
none-the-less.

And yet I'd much rather be
here than anywhere else
for the words are true
of the speaker
there is no doubt.

The heads do not merely nod
they answer
they listen
they inform
they argue
and sometimes
yes, soemtimes
they even agree.

And here I ramble
when all I meant to say
is thank you
for accepting me
just as I am.

Thank you
for all the shoulders
that I have made soggy
and here's the bar rag
to take care of that :)

-- Jennie JENNIELYN811 September 4, 2002