Outsider

Friends how they console each other.
Hardly blinking when I the outsider arrived.
At their yard working together like ants.
Hardly noticing me these years.
They all look the same save more or a lack of hair.
When they went to the shop as a minion
they all had the same opinion
on every product.
Repeating market viable adjectives
like duck quack.
Their women cling to them
like symbiotic creatures do.
Only caring for decor, gossip, cliche and shoes.
They compared themselves to soap opera characters.
As exaggerated as annoying talking parrots are.
See you in another few years,
where lifé´s just great and I don´t care.