Some people just talk n talk n talk…I’m just get poetic about that!
Talk, talk, talk…all the while I talk…
When I sit, stand, sleep and also as I walk!
For a chatter, on the neighbors door I knock…
But on seeing me, they tighten the bolt and lock!
Talk, talk, talk…all the while I talk…
Exponentially it increases, from mineral water to on the rock!
It’s only words that I have, and words do need to overflow…
To possibly keep me sane, else my mind may just blow!
Talk, talk, talk…all the while I talk…
I go non-stop, even challenging the clock!
Early morning to well past midnight, all I do is chat…
Some take me seriously, while the rest discount it full and flat!
Talk, talk, talk…all the while I talk…
Sense and nonsense, both I’ve a never-ending stock!
The doctor says I have something dangerous than Malaria…
I don’t understand why, but he diagnosed me with verbal diarrhoea!
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