Unceasingly they feel the urge to speak:
To blab, to gab, to vomit verbiage.
Out of their mouths they take the foulest leak—
And all that you can do is turn the page.
They eagerly proclaim the world their stage—
And then prove that they cannot act worth shit.
Their phrases circle in a little cage.
Within their limits, everything must fit.
They glory in the exercise of wit
They do not have, appreciating proudly
The way they pick at every tiny nit.
They’re murmurers – but, oh, they murmur loudly!
Avoid unwise attendance at their show.
I’m telling you all this because I know.