Blabber Mouth Black and Blues
If I don't turn around and leave this place
I'll surely explode and punch you in the face
You have no clue it's manure you spread
I'm feeling so angry I'm seeing red
Like a Chinese torture words drip on my head
You blabber so much I wish you were dead
The words you say are like nails in my brain
Piercing it over and over again
I hang my head down looking at my shoes
You have the power so I sing the blues
If only you'd stop things might be okay
Yet you keep going on day after day
What are you thinking as you talk and talk
I need to get away go out for a walk
If I do not you're in for a surprise
It's hard to see out of two blackened eyes
My poetry soup friends, do not worry I am not in a bad place.
Thinking back to being a kid and wishing I wasn't powerless.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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