Jabbers

Voices ringing with the same story Like they did long time ago For it's the only thing they know It's the only thing they can do To jabber behind someone's shadow Vilifying day and night They're like parrots jabbering About how sour a grape is For they failed to plant their own Or they themselves don't have that kind of value They hate beautiful things Because they simply can't see beauty in themselves They only like doing and saying foolish things Because it's the only thing they know Like it brings them ultimate self satisfaction