Yo, Heather. “Whatever….” I’ve said nothing yet!
Why respond so abruptly expecting the worst?
Have you only one button? The jack in your box
Pops up rather incessantly. Clearly it blocks
You from expecting anything lest you be cursed.
If someone asks, “How are you?”, can that be a threat?
When you tell me, “Whatever,” is that what you mean?
It’s a wide-open warehouse where we all belong
Where whatever means whatever one can conceive.
Can you take on whatever this wide web can weave?
Loosen up your damned shoulders. A lot can go wrong.
But knee-jerking your life is poor mental hygiene.
Don’t become a whateverbird, flapping its wings
Every instant some voice is directed toward you.
Your response I do know well. I’ve heard it before.
One can get you to say it enough times and more.
If you did do whatever you were told to do
You’d become then a puppet controlled by its strings.