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

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 4/10/2024 5:24:00 AM

About how sour a grape is For they failed to plant their own…yes, one must make their own way. Well said, R.B.!

Roger Roger
Date: 4/10/2024 8:31:00 PM

Thank you very much dear... It's just that there are these people who watch me everyday to see if I commit a mistake and they'll try to magnify it like I don't have the right to commit mistake and that they're perfect, not commiting any mistake at all...