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Some People

It seems to me that

there are certain people

that remain under

the sad misconception

that in order to 

make their 

opinions heard

they must shout.

Volume and intelligence 

work against each other.

Just because you yell about

the social carnivores you

don't quite understand

doesn't make you interesting

Just because you giggle

screech and obnoxiously hurl

unwarranted vulgarities

doesn't make you unique

Just because you 

point out the faults 

of others at their

expense doesn't

mean you aren't

a silly sad and

stupid little thing

whirling about 

your pathetic


until someone

pays attention

to your caterwauling 

curses you spew for

attention and affection


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