Windbags*


My ears start ringing,
Listening to the breeze,
Floating from arrogant mouths with such careless ease.

Ideas so blatantly pompous,
They think they're that important,
Jockeying for places within a verbal raucous.

My eyes glaze over,
The sounds of useless philosophizing,
Tormented by the windbags...who babble on with useless talking.

Eric B. Ramey

Copyright ©2005 Eric B. Ramey


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