| *Loudmouth* I've no tolerance for other's words, But I'll never really stop talking. I've got more objections than the sky has birds, And less happiness than dead men walking. Never being silent enough to listen, I don't even wait for my turn to speak. I just interrupt their annoying hissing, Shooting out words like a tire with a leak. I don't even have anything to say, Constantly blurting out my thoughts. My mind distorted with shades of gray, My soul is tainted with blackened dots. How I wish someone would pay attention. Can't they see this circus sideshow? Stuck in a closet of my own detention, Wishing there were someplace else to go. Trapped in a vacancy with loathsome piety. I'll fret for my paychecks & bullshit. Hating my wasting life for its entirety, Searching for some way to end it. |