You're empty, is that what you're saying? The game you are tired of playing? There's nothing inside that you've left to hide The horse you rode in on is naying
Yep, me and my horse are both doomed Swept out like the trash with a broom I just cannot take it I can't even fake it Through glitter, I see only gloom
Your vision by void has been blurred It seems you've been shaken, not stirred When being rubbed out at fate you must shout Instead you have coyly demurred
I think that you'll have the last word Your points(!)at such volume I've heard With writing, so loud to you I have bowed Too much hearing loss I've incurred
Not sure that I get what you're saying Perhaps it's because you are braying These guttural sounds won't help to expound though might be a form of word playing
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A blank, I'm a cipher, I'm none
There's nays and there's no's, I'm just -un
For me it's too late
to participate
The baggage I bear weighs a ton
You're empty, is that what you're saying?
The game you are tired of playing?
There's nothing inside
that you've left to hide
The horse you rode in on is naying
Yep, me and my horse are both doomed
Swept out like the trash with a broom
I just cannot take it
I can't even fake it
Through glitter, I see only gloom
Your vision by void has been blurred
It seems you've been shaken, not stirred
When being rubbed out
at fate you must shout
Instead you have coyly demurred
Demur, you say? I say Demurder!
You, sir, are a serial worder!
Your mind is one track!
Get off of my back!
Please cease and continue no furder!
I think that you'll have the last word
Your points(!)at such volume I've heard
With writing, so loud
to you I have bowed
Too much hearing loss I've incurred
Harrumph!!!
"Harrumph!!!" isn't exactly a word, is it?
The man said, as off he galumphed,
his final word which was "Harrumph"
I spoke as I spike
If it you don't like
than it you can simply larrumph
Not sure that I get what you're
saying
Perhaps it's because you are braying
These guttural sounds
won't help to expound
though might be a form of word playing
Garrumble lick spittle boing pfow
Sarruptial gwoing gingy and how
Bot diddley bop poop
Cum hitherly droop
Sanguinely my shoeshine does bow
With wordings of such an odd choice
I hear an original voice
You gasp, spit and sputter
and mindlessly mutter
A more incoherent James Joyce
I think that I shall never see
a...wait, I'm wrong, pardon me
That's not James Joyce...er..
That is Joyce Kilmer
Some guy who wrote about a tree
And then there is Joyce Carol Oates
whose writing oft goes for the throats
By hook or by crook
wrote 50 odd books
enough to fill fictional boats
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