the peril of being a truth-teller

i should probably start being less honest with people.
i'm not saying that i should be more tactful, or more polite,
because i always say please and thank you,
i'm just sayin';
telling folks about how  little i could ever possibly care about their less-than-large, less-than-lived, less loud, proud, and hard make-pretend daily world is NOT making me any new friends.
it's just so hard not to stop them before they get started, though.
i really only want to hang out with the bold-type thunder bringers.....
this profound revelation comes hot on the heels of a repeated mantra of indifference.
long(ish) days at work instead of fast times livin' folk life lead to short-fused conversations.
work, yo.
i need them ingots, son, but that doesn't mean i gotta be all 'whatever ink', 
t.v. babyhead style;
so it goes, more often than not, like this:
them: '....and also, i need you to add a blue rose for my weird uncle, and webbed feet on the labrador, because...'
me (interrupting): 'ummm, yeah, i don't care.'
them (confused): 'oh, well, ok, but.....'
me (again, interrupting): 'at ALL.'
them (somehow undeterred): 'yeah, and also.....'
me (resigned): 'AT ALL, at all. like, not at all'
them (slow realization dawning): 'oh. sorry'
me: 'word, it's cool, the why is not important, only the what and the how, baby.'
them: 'well, as long as it has green eyes to symbolize the spring, because one time.......'
mutha-uckas just don't grasp it.
rudeness and honesty are often mistaken for identical twins by people who don't wan't to hear the real hot fire being spit.
it's okay, because those not-so-perceptive overgeneralizers are usually total flippin' a-holes,
and not bein' down with them is like not liking to get stabbed in the face.....
it's a natural reaction.....

battle bards composed words of praise for worthy barbarian warlords.
'hood ninjas will bust doomsday dis' snaps on weak-sauce waterbabies all day long.
i'm aiming for the best of both worlds.
wise words and hot fire,
blarney stone kissin' and  straight-up sucka dissin'.
an overlap of two worlds,
tryin' to fuel my fire with the best of both,
never quiet, never soft......