Your words are like bullets
coming out of your mouth at high speed
not caring what they are aimed at
or who they are going to hurt
You fire them off without hesitation
and watch as they tear through the silence
you don't seem to care about the target
whether they feel any of the impact
You only seem to stop to reload
before starting up again a few seconds later
you seem to have unlimited belts and boxes
for your personal verbal machine gun
Yes your words are just like bullets
and you have an itchy trigger finger
I am going to glue your safety catch to on
so you won't fire off anymore tonight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it can be so tiresome when someone doesn't know where their off button is, try stuffing the hole with wool lol Annette