slow talkers '22

Everyone I know

Talks to me way too slow

I lose track of what they say

Before they walk away

I told you once before

Ain't gonna say no more

Next time you come clothed in inquisitive suits

I'll consider myself mute

You're on my mind most times

When fear does not overflow

When that cranial cup runneth over

With things I despise over and over

My chalice of skin, bones, and blood

Pouring forth like the flood

Everyone I know

Talks to me way too slow

I lose track what they say

Before they walk away