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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 © | Year Posted 2006




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