The Blatherskite Poem by Justin Reamer

The Blatherskite



That man is a windbag,
An idiot,
All he can do is prattle on all day
About what he ate for lunch.
Master of small talk he is,
But buffoon in reality is his identity.

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Justin Reamer

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Holland, Michigan
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