Surrounded By Talking Morons

Surrounded by talking morons Incessant talkers Who have nothing to say Yet do nothing but speak and speak and speak and speak and speak and speak I roll my eyes inside my head as they yap Communing secretly with another silent one Wondering if she is on the same wavelength I laugh when she rolls her eyes, on the outside where I can see Matter of fact, I cannot stop laughing, and neither can she We begin eating in a different place, away from our coworkers who remain constant in their willingness to sit silently while one yapper who has no new ideas and nothing to say keeps them hostage