A Cross Tic

August 24, 2017

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A Cross Tic


Froth upon your lips: your banter,

Usually a bagatelle,

Charmless – it’s a childish rant, a

Kiddie tantrum, nasty smell.

Oh your words are thick as swill:

Filled with idle nonsense, showy,

Filled with taunts, a parrot trilling,

Yakking, useless. Time to go.

Oh you’re thick, your speech hysteric, a

Uniformly tasteless stew:

Tongue out at the real America

Otiose and claptrap, hooey,

Selfish, never apropos

Specious like a brain-dead Bono:

Empty-hearted braggart. So

Rumble off, you mastodon!

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