The Broken Record

It suddenly occurred to him
That every word he said,
And every response he heard,
Had a familiar ring.
The more he thought about it,
He couldn’t recall
A single novel thing
He had heard anyone say
In the longest time.
People seemed to have
A very limited set of topics
They normally discuss,
And an even more restricted
Range of things
They say about each topic.
They repeat themselves
Over and over again,
Apparently oblivious
To the monotony of it all.
No wonder nobody listens.
They have heard it all before.
The truth was he was bored
With his own conversations,
Yet didn’t have a clue
How to come up with anything
New or different to say.