Specifics

I have dispensed with generalities,
And offer you specifics, as a feast;
No more great gobs of sunrise from the east,
No more delightful play of summer breeze,
We speak only of how your muscles seize —
Your inclination is to call the priest —
Friends joke about the recently deceased,
The squeezed, the tiresome ones they hope to squeeze.

You say you’re tired of all this empty talk,
But we remember learning it from you,
One more loud thing our racing tongues could do
Without as much grasp as a cuckoo clock.
Don’t think I’ve come to criticize or mock;
Ingest, digest abuse, peruse and chew.