Boring man
Talks all he can
You didn’t see
From where he sprang.
You fidget and jig,
Just a bit,
Look at you watch,
Scratch your head.
You’d run,
if you could,
but you tune out
instead.
Roll your eyes
At worst
Wish for death,
His, not yours.
A run away truck
Before he begun.
Old age
The way
His story
Is spun.
A terrorist
With a gun.
Amen.
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