Small talk problems

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I am so very bad at making small talk
The sick I frighten, the elderly I mock.

Why isn’t “Hey, Good morning!” enough
Why do you ask me what is up?

I just smile and say nothing much
Showing my teeth, my phone I clutch

Why do we have to follow this charade?
This is the reason earphones were made!

You do your thing, and I’ll do mine
If you wanna talk, let meet over wine

I am so very bad at making small talk
The sick I frighten, the elderly I mock.

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