It’s become painfully obvious
That you’re in love with the sound
Of your own voice
Drowning out all those around
You have never had a moment of silence
Always filling the air
With nerve-grinding
“Yeah-yeah-yeah” conversation
And the “he-he-he” of your laughter
I’d staple, sew, and stitch your mouth shut
If I were assured that you wouldn’t find
Some way to talk out of your *******