You’re repeating yourself
which wouldn’t be a big deal
if you were saying anything interesting
but
you never say anything interesting.
You’re repeating yourself,
and it’s getting out of hand.

You’re repeating yourself
with increasing frequency
and repetition
and prepositions placed in the wrong parts of the sentence.
You’re speaking of the same stuff
in the same wrong ways
over and over and OVER again
and…
you see what ‘m getting at, right?
You’re repeating yourself.

You’re repeating yourself
like you’re on Repeat.
You’re repeating yourself
like you’re talking to a clone.
You’re repeating yourself
like a computer program had uncovered your brainwaves
and could replicate you with unerring accuracy
and the program is trying to test your memory
while you’re trying to test the program’s memory
and it just goes on and and on and on
like a record baby, right round.
You are communicating redundantly.

And maybe you once had interesting things to say.
Maybe you had a way
that made your words and thoughts and mannerisms charming
or at least worth a second listen.
Maybe you were raised to think you are better than you are
with a greater sense of self-worth than you deserve.
Maybe you like to hear yourself talk.
I don’t.
Not anymore.
Not since I realized that you
repeat…
Never mind.