Mrs Rapid Fire Talker
She talks fast
as if she is afraid
if she does not get it out
she might be interrupted
which amuses us
for she is the one
who does all the interrupting
in this lunch room
She is desperate now
for an audience
talking faster.
We flee to our rooms
to eat alone.
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