Mister Donut

Surely, you've seen the viral video of the awkward moments when JD Vance attempted to make small talk in a donut shop in Georgia.  If not, Google-search it. Needless to say, it was painful.  The man cannot relate to other human beings -- and I suspect it has to do with his depth of hypocrisy -- he cannot be true to himself; therefore, he cannot be true to others. 

Anyway, the painful exchange called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "The Weirdo had to knock the Glass," below on the left.  Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "The Wind begun to knead the Grass," an early version of her poem "The wind begun to rock the glass," below on the right.
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
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The Weirdo had to knock the Glass –
To order balls of Dough –
He asked a Hand full of the Plain
A Hand full of the Glazed –
The Staff unhooked them from their Trays –
And placed them in a box –
The Powdered ones scooped up by Hands –
As he began to Talk –
“The Zoo has – fin’lly come to Town –“
The Waitress answered low
“Please do not film my face or Head –
I’ll serve – then you can Go –"
The Clerk boxed up the Buns with Nuts –
The Prattle then turned Tense –
There came no drop of Comity –
Just “Whatever makes Sense”
She held the Box – he paid  in full --
The Matter wrecked this Guy –
An ordinary Task at Hand –
The Mundane gone Awry –

By Emily Dickinson:

The Wind begun to knead the Grass –
As Women do a Dough –
He flung a Hand full at the Plain –
A Hand full at the Sky –
The Leaves unhooked themselves from Trees –
And started all abroad –
The Dust did scoop itself like Hands –
And throw away the Road –
​The Wagons—quickened on the Street –
The Thunders gossiped low –
The Lightning showed a Yellow Head –
And then a livid Toe –
The Birds put up the Bars to Nests –
The Cattle flung to Barns  –
Then came one drop of Giant Rain –
And then, as if the Hands
That held the Dams – had parted hold –
The Waters Wrecked the Sky –
But overlooked my Father’s House –
Just Quartering a Tree –