Haven Collie · Jul 29, 2010
LJ

he surely makes an awful din
but nobody likes the awful noise
so he learns to compensate
by moaning,
and groaning,
and complaining,
and cursing,
and nay-saying,
and bragging
and SCREAMING!

until everybody knows his name,
and he's made his name poisoned
and nobody likes the awful noise

and he stands alone

 
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