You sit there consumed

in your own lonely thoughts,

nothing but your life matters,

day to day,

hour by hour.

The events of your life

flow out of your mouth.

Don’t anybody interject

or, attempt to deflect

the amount of verbage

flowing forth lest a tantrum ensue.

Oh! Woe it is to be you!

Woe indeed!


If you enjoy these poems perhaps you might like to read POEMS: AN EXPLORATION OF LIFE.  My first book now available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle worldwide.

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