Too Much Bluster

Everybody knows somebody

Furnished with the gift of gab,

Whose ceaseless stream of consciousness

Is game for every ear in range.

 

At first you listen patiently,

Even though it’s dull and drab,

Even though there is very little

Information to exchange.

 

Soon you come to realize this

Loose one-sided banter

Is nothing more than bluster

Without purpose or remorse.

 

You wonder, “Should I walk away?

Would it be rude?” No.

That’s no answer.

So, you stand with arms akimbo

Til the ranting runs its course.

 

Cannot give it too much weight

Because at end of day

When the bluster loses luster

It will simply fade away.