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Beats Me What She Was Talking About

by @mariya-timkovsky

Like the percussive beat of a drum Ba-dum-dum “Dumb as a post,” she says. “Doesn’t know when to take her shoes off,” she says. Because what are you doing, tracking dirt in my house Under my roof Unlike your friend who knew When it was time to behave himself? “You filthy slob.” And I think, “What about Bob?” A fuckin’ weirdo who was just so gosh-darn Lovable. And even if you haven’t seen that movie You would know That it’s the ones who can’t stand still And who stick their hands in flames And who grind their brains For answers Who make the world go round. And round and round She spun her snippy little tongue Without even a break for air. But who needs air when you’ve got sand Filling up your lungs In the arid desert. They call it Death Valley for a reason. I’ve never been But I heard in the summer months The temperature maintains a balmy 120 degrees. I’ve been absorbing the heat ever since I could Make heads and tails of her Ba-dum-dum. So here we are at round two. She says it’s preferable to be sitting in one place Because the jabbering jaw is where all the exercise comes from. And the winner will be declared when there is no more bullshit Coming out of the other person’s mouth. Well that’s bullshit. I’m not sitting around waiting for you To throw blades at my head And expect me to just take it. I also can’t fake it. I need to get out of here, don’t you understand? Your hand has abandoned the idea of holding mine Long ago, I know. It serves a more physical purpose now: To make me regret Standing up for myself. Ba-dum-dum She’s still going at it! Not hard to believe, Since she’s gotten half a life time of practice with it. Ba-dum-dum It’s gotten progressively less steady. No longer the even pulse that I was able to Drown out earlier. Ba-dum-dum There she goes putting emphasis On things that don’t matter. I’ll be heading towards the door now… Ba-dum-dum Let me just – Ba-dum-dum Can you move please? Ba-dum-dum I’ll take that as a “no.” I sigh. Not yet at the point of resignation somehow. Ba-dum-dum MAKE IT STOP! Ba-dum-dum Ba-dum-dum-dummm
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Russian
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Written by
mariya-timkovsky
Russian
Published
Jun 2, 2012
Time
4m
Notes

I've been watching more spoken word videos lately and was inspired to try another piece in this style.

Also, if you've never heard of the movie "What About Bob?" you should watch it, it's a fantastic film!

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