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Word Vomit

Some people in life suffer from an affliction, Imaginary highbrows with an oratorical addiction, These people seem healthy at first, the sickness under control, But then the silence is broken as they begin to speak, And this grammatical illness starts to take its toll, Tempers are lost and stomachs become weak, As heads start to pound and eyes begin to roll. I’ve been there he says, I’ve done that, I can do that faster than you, I’ve lived and learned far beyond my years, Of course what I am saying is true! I am a big thinker. I am what they call legit, No I don’t know what non compus mentus is, And I really don’t care if you think I have too much of it. I am impressed with myself, Why am I not yet insane? Since being around an opinion such as yours IN FACT, Has caused MY train of thought to jump the track. This conversation has definitely turned south, Silence is the right thing to do, Please be quiet! Close your mouth! You’re getting your opinion all over my shoe.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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