They pass me by
Not even an eye
Chatter Chatter
Talking to Mars for all I know
Maybe some day they'll come get them
Right by each other
Not a moment to spare
Wasting the air
With meaningless debris
Of verbs and unstructured sentences

I wonder if their lips will fall off
Or how long they will continue to hear

You'd think for a second
Perhaps
Maybe
They would look up and say hi
But no
They don't
They are still walking by
Others unnoticed
And unnoticing others
Yet none other cares but me
And Mr. Bailey
And those that aren't aware of this travesty

A few years later
I'm talking to Mars
And the only one surviving
With no connection thriving
Is Mr. George Bailey
Congratulations George.

P.S.
They haven't come to get me yet