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Slip on your drivel
You gabble on and on
No interruption no point
Yapping out your insecurity
I would give my arm for a break
Soon I will cut off my own ear
You fill the room with pointlessness
Your talking wastes precious air
Watch your steps
Check the floor
You might tumble over my legs
Or my brain so sore
A broken jar and a nose bleed for free
Will cure me from your drivel
And set me free
No interruption no point
Yapping out your insecurity
I would give my arm for a break
Soon I will cut off my own ear
You fill the room with pointlessness
Your talking wastes precious air
Watch your steps
Check the floor
You might tumble over my legs
Or my brain so sore
A broken jar and a nose bleed for free
Will cure me from your drivel
And set me free
Published 20th Feb 2014
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21st Feb 2014 6:14am
22nd Feb 2014 6:09am
A broken jar and a nose bleed for free
Will cure me from your drivel
And set me free
Very 'jarring' when a handful of glass is introduced to a gabbing ass!
Will cure me from your drivel
And set me free
Very 'jarring' when a handful of glass is introduced to a gabbing ass!
Anonymous
22nd Feb 2014 8:08am
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