What’s Wrong with You?
You’re no fun anymore.
You order a black coffee
at the pastry shop,
refuse to take a bite,
look happy, not deprived.
When Sally told scandalous news
you turned and walked away.
You won’t even argue
when I egg you on.
You seem to have a meeting
every time we turn around,
and you’d rather go there
and you’d rather go there
than out with us,
those dull repetitious groups.
You’re just no fun these days
and still you have a smile
permanently attached!
