"Get ready to get ready!"

and the sculptor said
"Get ready to get ready!"
it sounded so absurd
the interviewer had to laugh;
but he was not feeling well, either.
his face had an oily look
and his nose oozed wet,
but, sitting in a rocking chair,
he composed himself and carried on.
the sculptor had bright pink fingernails
and wore expensive Chinese extensions
which seemed to make her long neck
disappear under naturally kinky hair.
she wanted to become famous,
standing by a polished piece of rock
in her famously relaxed manner.
i sat and listened to them,
sipping pomegranate juice,
and waited to ask my questions,
but they ignored me.
"Shit," i said, "Look at this!"
and they immediately turned
and said in union
"That's not how to draw attention to pain."
i considered that significant
and quietly left the room.