Full of something

 
You get up and applaud me for saying what I must;
Then within your next sentence,
You shall make and break a promise.
You say I’ve inspired you to write a book!
You seem convinced that I give a fuck.
Sorry I don’t;
It’s just talk.


You’re drinking so much, you’ve become an imbecile.
You claim to have to have a book inside you.  For real!
I make you sick, you call me vile,
So go back and live in denial, with a smile,
But first clean the shit from around your mouth…
You’ve been talking now for a while.


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