You of loquacious bent,
you of never-ending words from which you do not repent,
you mealy mouthed,
angry foul mouthed verbally challenged lout of ill intent,
cannot you for a moment repent,
because all you do is irritate me,
and I get no peace and quiet from you,
and you seem to have,
all the useless words that you could ever need,
and you never seem to get bored of them,
and how happy you seem to be,
spreading their malcontent,
and there is nothing of intellectual value,
in the words that you say,
so, when I see you,
I look to heaven, and I pray,
I pray for a lightning bolt to strike you down,
so, from you I will not hear another sound,
and that would be truly better for those all around,
but unfortunately, God must be busy and cannot be found,
so, I will have to avoid you as best I can,
because that is the only plan,
a plan that is down to luck,
but unfortunately,
you mealy mouthed angry foul mouthed,
verbally challenged lout of ill intent,
you are of other intent,
with your beer can in hand,
as I wander through town where your life is misspent,
and though I wish for you to not be so uncouth,
and though I wish for you not to waste your life,
with your disgusting verbosities,
you seem far too often to aim them at me,
with increasing regularity,
and woe is me,
because God is nowhere to be seen,
and it is unfortunate,
because you are only capable,
of vulgar and obscene words which are far too often heard,
and how they cut through the air,
and shatter people’s eardrums everywhere,
and I wish you would read a dictionary,
and learn some words,
that are more useful to use in society,
but you do not care about society,
and you, you mealy mouthed,
angry foul mouthed,
verbally challenged lout of ill intent,
you continue, until you are as blue in the face as can be,
and from foul language never repent.
