Talk Is Too Cheap

People can talk for hours about why other folks fail,

Gab about their neighbours or why "So-n-sos" in jail.

You point out people who you say have lives far worse than us,

By revealing secrets you were told and expected to keep in trust.

I only broach the subject as I remember being on the receiving end

Of words you speak in derision of those you call good friends.

Yet, you sit and talk of sad people's lives with details so exquisite

Instead of your journeys to places I might one day wish to visit?

?Or talk about events that might shape and affect our lives;

Rather than the pain and the problems of Bob and his two wives.

I also feel quite certain that when we decide to leave the bar

The bartender only cares who is sober to drive the fucking car.

No, there must be some thing to these things that you like to say

Still, I fail to see how you or I get rich knowing who is or isn't gay?

I assume, from your excitement, there must be some cash reward

For you enjoy the troubles of others, while in truth, I get quite bored.

I think this talk cures cancer or maybe even the common cold

Or maybe your words are worth their weight in 14 Karat gold?

So, I ask now when discussing with me of those you like to mock

Please explain the benefits I will receive before you begin to talk.