There's a phrase that's fatiguing one hears every day—
“Do you get me?”
Affected by persons with nothing to say—
Do you get me?
So much of their arid, inane conversation
Consists of this wearisome reiteration,
It gets on the nerves in a maddening way—
“Do you get me?”

When they babble this phrase every sentence or two,
“Do you get me?”
One is tempted to say, “No, I'm——ed if I do!”
Do you get me?
Or suppose that one does, what the deuce does it matter,
The getting or missing the point of their patter?
One listens politely until they are through.
Do you get me?

I can stand “Don't you know!” forty times in a chat—
Do you get me?
I endure “Do you see?”—I am hardened to that—
Do you get me?
But of all the sapheaded, superfluous phrases
The one which the very least meaning conveys is
That abstract of all that is silly and flat,
“Do you get me?”