Conversation Polite

I walk away and say hey.  You ignore.  That is rude.  I now make you French ogar.  The jew in you has been nosy rude long enough.  I skate with the wet snow as to the busstop I do go.  There are things I do not want to see.  Obviously you think you are some sort of diety.  The short bus takes me to the mall properly.  We stop infrequently.  Nathan comes through you.  I guess he was always a jew like you.  This little Nazi bundles herself up in a noire coat and looks around for a goat.  That is all she wrote.  My oatmeal is served with fresh compote.

That is my get away dreary dreary.  People are brazen with harsh superiority.  I don't see anything so special around me here.  You all should live in fear.  Think like me, you would agree that larceny is rampant around me.  No mystical police.  The fact, just the facts maam.  I keep it clean and find revelry in  the smallest of places.  I do my do, how about you?

You sit there in a chair.  You read a little Dofskyefsky.  There is crime in you and you escape punishment.  Maybe you did away with your companion because he hurts your head.  No soul behind those eyes.  You are the man and so you ask to fill the seat across from me.  Your feet begin to play with my feet today.  You speak of union, but I cannot commit.  I need my privacy before I can mate properly.  There are no guards who protect me, and I have no stay away ability.  That was Death and he is now the opposite for me.  Please do not mistake him for French because he is so arrogant, rude, and has no boundaries.  Let us just sit here, JeanPaul and feel the heat rise from our knees.  You are brilliant and I am not a slouch.  I smile and I know it is time me to go.  Talking with you rings of tunnel through.  I am completely bored with you.