There come some days when I have nothing to say

I’m not going to talk about politics, otherwise I’m going to have to climb that wall to get out of the country.

I’m not going to talk about religion, all I know is that there is Mohammad, a Jesus and a Buddha, so whoever you claim to be yours, send my regards and I promise to do whatever I supposed to do to make it to their afterlife.

I’m not going to talk about your kids, you can raise them anyway you want, I don’t care if they have no manners, they shouldn’t if you don’t, I don’t care if they turn alcoholics, is not your fault you only drink on two occasions, when it rains and when it doesn’t.

I’m not going to talk about you, I have enough listening to everyone else talk about you because they have nothing else constructive to embellish this conversation.

I’m not going to talk about me; my ears ring loud every time I leave a room full of acquaintances. Anything I could say will be just hot air because I can’t talk about politics, religion or your kids.

Since I have nothing to say, I say good night.