Stop - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Stop

His overconfident mouth
Flapping open and closed,
Unendingly spewing some
Clueless soundtrack
That means something
Only to him.
Eyes glazing over,
Heads nodding off to
The droning hum.
Nobody’s ever told him
To stop.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer