Popinjay
Incessant talk that bores you to death.
Nothing of value can be lifted from the conversation.
Screaming inside, wondering how long will the torture last?
Like nails on a chalkboard you can not escape.
The tongue flapping wildly with no coherency.
Wondering if being placed in the same room as him or her is a conspiracy?
Frozen in a state of a stupor without an exit.
The universal word of help is all that you can hope for.
Scanning the room for that invisible door.
He or she is someone that I would like to put on an indefinite delay.
The scientific term for him or her is called a popinjay.
Copyright © Marcie Wodlinger | Year Posted 2006
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