You, the mute-deaf-blind
Your words sneeze, vomit, diarrhea and farts
What can I tell you?
You have rock in ear, eyes
You fart from your mouth
Your brain, a shitter
Your claim, a river
Your knowledge, virtual
What can I tell you?
I was taught
The loudest is the emptiest
I was taught
The loudest are bags and drums
What can I tell you?
I was reminded:
“Only the torn-ass crow hadn’t shitted on us.”
What can I tell you?
Do you know what crow is to us?
'It is a waste eater; the dirtiest with worst walk.'
What can I tell you?
My silence, (if you had brain)
Would have meant treasure
(Silence is reply to stupid.)
What could I tell you?
(When you talked from your stomach only...)
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