I have to listen
to your damn dribble
and it drives me insane.
Why am I to blame
for this putrid incessant
nonsense?
I try to shut out
all of your white noise.
As if I had a choice.
I could simply scream, shout
but I am wasted, spent.
My mind went
away. It's always the same
when you play this game.
I would quibble
with you, but would you listen?

12/16/2010

Author's Note: ... I'm not much on speaking, or listening for that matter, to the general public.....

Posted on 12/16/2010
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