Problematic Art Of Conversation

So there I was at the party

And everybody seemed to be so well rehearsed.

Come the time to play my part I tried

But I couldn't find the page

I stumbled through the scene

And out the door onto the street

And off the stage

Now I'm thinking of marcel marceau.

Marcel why is it so?

In the problematic art of conversation

I'm sitting down to t.v.

Almost every waking moment of my time

Now I find I eat I sleep I dream in hour episodes.

It sure is hard remembering the names of everyone I meet

So pardon me but who are you and am I wrong

But are you talking to me?

In the problematic art of conversation.

So I watch the prince and princesses of prose

Pissing in pockets everyday

And it only makes me think of oscar wilde

And the fickleness of pop,

Popularity,

If I had a silver tongue I would have sold it long ago

While poetry is dandy,

There are handier collectables.

In the problematic art of conversation.