Talkers

I aint got much to say

But who really listens

Anyway

Those who always talk the talk

They don’t take the time

They just look to balk

Just learn to open your ears

They’ll calm your fears

And dry your tears

But nobody hears

But that’s all I got

Bow out if I may

I hit my clock

I aint got much to say

This poem is about: 
Our world

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