Repetition, repetition the scourge of literation.
One is alone working on-task,
Talking to you comes a man here to bask.
He sits beside you, to make clear his confrontation,
Saying again and again "Oh how nice it is, do you mind if I ask?"
The silliness of such a thing 'What are you, wearing a mask?'
On speaking his mind the purpose shows through,
He came to talk, not to you.
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You nailed it sir! Pithy with consistent rhythm and rhyme and it hits the reader between the eyes! Loved it.
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