the od-noxious

[okay, so this is REALLY stupid...]

fins, i say.
finitude,
finito...

the extent of my wit,
i mock you in stupid ways:
how you surround yourself
with the FINery
the FINest things the world never laid eyes on.
sharply dressed in a good month's salary
eating food better clothed than ever i was.

i was always too wide
to be fine.
my world is thick with
compromises and contradictions.

"it's a fine line," you always
said, of life or truth or something:
"walk the fine line."
but my feet broke the edges
of shoes
and couldn't find your tightrope-
your fine silken spider web tightrope-
and i walked where i walked
leaving dirty wide footprints
all over the place.

you're much too polite to
say where i belong
and where i don't;
it's a distinction and discernment
to know such things
and to know when to say them
observations kept in check
behind a fine lined smirk.

and me, i'm much too rude
to know how to say goodbye.