Saturday, March 8, 2014


You old coot shut up
Shut your curmudgeonly old mouth
Stop talking such utter rot
Such nonsense
Stop spewing the bile
The hate
Begone your anger
Woe betide the sullen musings
Gone the frothing ravings and insane blatherings
Time to silence self and let others enjoy the quiet
No more with the meandering slanders of your sickness
Let the solitude begin
Let the peace and happiness of your closed mouth surround us
We who have endured beseech you
We who have been so patient
End our suffering
Peace be unto us
You owe us that much

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