'How are you - how's it going?'
I don't want to answer, but
'I'm good, thanks,'
it's a bald-faced lie,

Life is a jumble.
but, I join the customary
dance of mendacity

Making a report,
'I was in the hospital,'
'Oh yeah?' in her sing-song
'Tell me all about it,'

she pretends to cough
using the action to glance
at the cell in her hand
--eyes roll, then
she feigns caring eyes.

I should halt but,
'I almost died,'
a soliloquy--

she burbles, 'But you look so healthy,'
'Thank you,'
the conversation ends.

©--Limericist 2006