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You Have To Shut Up

they lurk in corners, safe and dark
until they decide to growl and bark
then point an ugly old crooked finger
spittle drooling on the chin, they linger

arguing any point for arguments sake
no sense do they ever seem to make
they pretend to be a master know-it-all
a braying donkey left too long in its stall

always insisting to have the last word
looking like fools, they are quite absurd
these egotistic imbeciles act quite spastic
the pretenders who are all made of plastic
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Lindley Avatar
December 4, 2017 at 6:57 AM
Love this poem my friend. I am always in the dark when it comes to how things work at the Soup. I just wish greater kindness would be shown to what some ""think"" are --""lesser poets"".. and therefore not worthy. Sad that such activities,etc. , drove my dear friend Peter Duggan away and several other friends too.
Roberts Avatar
July 3, 2017 at 7:37 PM
loved it Lin......sounds like a picture of someone I saw once........Seren
Lane Avatar
July 3, 2017 at 7:49 PM
Thanks, Seren. Is that picture on a Wanted poster?
Marcum Wong Avatar
July 3, 2017 at 5:36 AM
"a braying donkey left too long in its stall" What a classic line Lin! This was great humor for me to say good night with. Cheers, Connie
Lane Avatar
July 3, 2017 at 5:51 AM
good night to you, sweet friend. Thank you.
Kinch  Avatar
July 3, 2017 at 5:29 AM
Mmmm I can think of some people like this. Funny write Lin
Lane Avatar
July 3, 2017 at 5:51 AM
Thank you very much, Elizabeth, your comment made me smile.
Allison Avatar
July 3, 2017 at 3:23 AM
Many congrats on POTD C Lin wink wink:-) hugs jan xx
Lane Avatar
July 3, 2017 at 4:42 AM
Thank you, Jan. I'm honored to have been 'selected' by human thought instead of machine, as the very first recipient. ;-)
Turner Avatar
July 2, 2017 at 11:04 PM
Peaches, there must be something wrong with my computer. It shows Mike with the POTD. Oh well, is your bite worse than your bark? Very funny with a hint of spite. Tasty:) If you won something, Congratulations. I'm a fan:)
Vaso Avatar
July 7, 2017 at 11:14 PM
POTD_C is on PoetrySoupChat!!!!! A blog coming soon on it!
Lane Avatar
July 3, 2017 at 4:40 AM
It's not potd, Danny. It's potd_c...I'll explain privately. HOWEVER, yesterday morning Dale's poem about Jan and Lin slaying a dragon was potd, then it was removed and Mike's poem was potd. TPS giveth and taketh away. It's supposed to be a random choice, so it's not really an honor.
Smith Avatar
July 2, 2017 at 8:34 PM
I don't know how the around with huge heads they carry. Congrats on POTD_C
Lane Avatar
July 2, 2017 at 9:27 PM
lol Thanks, Tim. They carry them in slings.
Wolf Avatar
July 2, 2017 at 7:48 PM
I love a good rant, Lin! Nicely done! Tao: Those who speak do not know; those who know do not speak! That's my rant for the day! Lol I see you made POTD too, congrats
Lane Avatar
July 2, 2017 at 9:26 PM
Words of Wisdom, Wolf...ranting helps relieve certain frustrations. Thanks.
Cozart Avatar
July 2, 2017 at 6:33 PM
Oh, I hear ya, sister! I know of a big, smelly, obnoxious dragon who was just like that; or is--the town folk might want some proof of purchase. Hmmmmm.
Cozart Avatar
July 2, 2017 at 7:33 PM
I didn't think about a 2nd dragon. That opens up whole new vistas of opportunity! Thanks!!
Lane Avatar
July 2, 2017 at 6:42 PM
I thought Jan and I slayed that dragon...is there another hangin' around?
Allison Avatar
July 2, 2017 at 6:20 PM
ha ha ha - I think their surname is 'wright' and their christian name is 'always' lol:-) hugs Jan xx
Lane Avatar
July 2, 2017 at 6:41 PM
Well then in that case two Wrights make them both wrong.
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