Words. Comments

Words, words, words I'm so sick of words They surround us every day Never leaving space for one to say What is there to hear and understand As if they alone have our attention and command Us to pay attention to what others say Demanding us to listen no matter what may Be the ranting of their mindless chatter As if what they think does really matter. Words, words words I'm so sick of words. When the content is what matters Not the endless flow of blather.