Don’t listen to the blatherskite;

He’ll only keep you up all night,

Drinking drams of addictive nostrum,

Spouting ephemera from a rostrum

Commonly known as the public bar;

Listening will not get you far.

His tirades are always episodic,

He spews forth views on any topic;

Be very wary, don’t be careless,

Or he’ll bore you into rigor mortis

Or tears; whichever you decide,

Don’t let him take you for a ride.

It may be a struggle to terminate

The blatherskite before too late;

Don’t look into his concave eyes

Or listen to his livid lies;

Go and notify the barman

Before he starts another sermon.

© Kim M. Russell, 2016