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