Buzzing
Humming hum-drum noise
This blatant blockage of dribble and sludge
Stupidity at its best
My god man

How do you live
  With that spittle, of garbled words you call sentences
Do your thought really reflect the dirt that flows off your tongue
  Like clay wrapped *****
Regurgitated out of the mouth of a brain dead mute

Seriously!
Are you deft to boot?

Can you not comprehend the English that I speak?
You ill witted simpleton!
God you make me reek

By contending with your ignorance
I stink
The smell of rotting brain matter
The feted meat, calling fly's
Who choke on the sensation of overcooked eggs
And the stench of distilled bile
Thank God I only have to deal with this for a short while.

Or else
Sink,
   Like a rock
Into your bog of bigoted rag
My liberal mind to heavy to float