So full are their mouths with words,
That they drip with noxious honey and sweet bile.
Their brains and ears are clogged with ideas.
As they spew forth their own knowledge,
The din of their endless monologues is so great that they hear nought but themselves
And thus themselves they shall always be.
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 9:24 PM UTC
So full are their mouths with words,
That they drip with noxious honey and sweet bile.
Their brains and ears are clogged with ideas.
As they spew forth their own knowledge,
The din of their endless monologues is so great that they hear nought but themselves
And thus themselves they shall always be.
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