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