Got a lot to say,
Zip it up.
When you put your words to play
I can't even see the what?
What? No, back up,
Not enough storage memory
To read, to decipher the part
What? What? What conciliatory
Handshake? Smile as you
Answer my question with superiority,
Sarcasm is no breaking news
As with derogatory.
What? I can't hear you
Over the hot air, the sweat
Of your balancing rope, new
Remark after every piece of crap.
I beg your pardon
What? You're talking too much
So sit down in your little fandom
Illusion is catching as such.
What? Speak louder,
Shout your words over the loud hailer
Put on some make-up powder,
Keep singing in the shower.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Sad and Weary
PoetryThis is my third book of poems and to be really honest, I'm thankful that I had even been able to finish the last two books. I feel like I'm a completely different person from the first book of poems I had started and that's okay with me. Maybe this...
