When we sit talking just for talking's sake
And when it seems we say nothing at all
Do you not think that all language is fake
And words are made redundant as they fall
From your cracked lips or from your serpent's tongue?
I hear the things you say but can't make sense
Of any sentence that you have begun
I'm somehow deaf and tapped of all defence.
We talk and talk and talk and talk and talk
And every word is pointless, at its best,
Though yesterday, as we went for a walk,
You said something that maintained my interest
You said, I quote, "My wife's a bloody bitch...
I can't divorce her though... she'd get too rich."
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