Bumping the Gums
What did those spoke Mumbles just say?
I dunno
Dead air ... empty space,
me no hear
BTG fools don’t interest me
Bumping the gums
endlessly
Rat-a-tat, tat talk
that make your ears bleed
They’re saying a lot of heavy nothing,
with an empty, light trigger touch
Incoherent lips mouthing something
that don’t mean much
Less than ant important ... verbal transmission
with a broken clutch
BTG fools be moving those lips,
spraying the spit
Chewing on another straw lie
BTG fools be posing big-city slick,
thinking citizen we be country farm hicks
Playing potty mouth politricks —
Tweet telling the people
that nothing’s gonna blow
Even tho’
the bomb is near the
end of the wick
Bumping those gums;
buying more bump stocks,
and selling more target practice time
Tick, tick ... tick
Lying, lying ... lying
Bumping their gums, killer croc crying:
Red-nose Reign D. Mumbles said,
write a bullet letter coal stocking stuffed list
And seal it with a sloppy mistletoe gunfire lead kiss
Him Bad Santa Scrooge
gon give all you little elves an automatic death wish
BTG fools paradise
are rotten cavity promises
that do Ebenezer suffice
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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