selfabsorbed

We can’t save them all, she said with a shrug

And yawned, yes she did, as she laid on her rug

The kind that is plush, full of cottony fluff

The ones like herself, who don’t do enough

True, we cannot, was my initial reply

Til I caught courage, to catch her eye

We could try harder, don’t you agree?

The last that I heard, empathy’s free

She flipped back her hair, swiped at her phone

Startling me as she let out a pleased moan

Well, look at that, she cried, my Uber is here

And with that, she got up…and then disappeared

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