Timothy Mcguire Poet Rhyme

Talking Heads

Blah, blah, blah, is all I hear,
Talking heads far and near,
They only love the sounds they make,
Never giving, only take, take, take.

So many worthless words are said,
Spewing from their talking heads,
Making noise just to hear it,
Never silent, for they fear it.

Never hearing what others may say,
Perpetual tongues want it that way,
Only in love with their looking glass face,
As they flit around from place to place.

The more and more they make sound,
The less and less I want to be found,
Thump their chests and stick them out,
As they strut like a cock about.

Like loudmouth roosters on a farm,
Constantly sounding false alarms,
So that anyone in earshot knows,
Its talking heads putting on a show.

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Line Gauthier July 7, 2018 at 7:03 PM Well put, Timothy. Is there anything more annoying than the sounds of people in love with the sound of their own voice! Timothy Mcguire July 9, 2018 at 5:47 PM You are right. There is one guy when in a meeting his one line answers strangely turn into a speech! Thanks