You talk till its dawn,
with your work nothing its done.
You kill the weak,
bring down the strong
all with your tongue.
Ranting is your name,
your hobby is shifting
the blame
Panting with passion.
A zeal without the right information
Joyless toad
the master of present weakness
Don't say you weren't told.
Change for posterity sake
and goodness.
Will you change?
Believe you are always right,
and have the absolute might
No wonder you talk,
making everyone else timid
there is never Mr. Right
Joyless toad.
Forever be meek
reason before you block the road
Concise dialogue before danger
Friend, joyless toad
Never claim not to know
I know
Joyless toad will change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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