For The People Who Never Shut Up

The more you
speak
the more
of my brain
drips from my ears.

You have the
wit
of a snail,
and my laughter
couldn't sound
hollower
if it came from within
your shell.

You fall
with the grace
of a dead tree
and echo your pain
for the gossiping crows
to hear.

How unfortunate
I won't be meeting
you this year.

The End

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