This poem was inspired by the pointless, repetitive conversation that seem to occur between people when they are drunk. Those conversations you have every time you are at the pub and you see people that you are semi-friends with and you always ask each other the same questions, even though you couldn’t care less what the answers are. drunk people are always more inclined to tell an almost stranger their most personal problems, and this poem has something to do with that too.
Pour out your heart.
Let the words flow.
Pretend like I care,
When we both know
I don’t.
But it feels a bit better
Just to let it all out
Even if my concern
Is in considerable doubt.
But it’s not about me.
You just want to feel better.
So I’ll give you my time,
And maybe a shoulder.
-KJT
A Perspective in Patchwork 