please excuse
my loquacious
nature,
whatever it was
I had to say,
sir,
is no match
for your
more important
matters.
can't
you back
faster
to flee this
disaster
that drips
from my lips?
has this discussion
slipped your
grip?
don't trip
on this nondescript
loss of interest
listed as
your prescription.
skip a sense
of ethics,
a well mannered
moral code
doesn't sleep
soundly in
your unhumble
abode.
so just go.
find
someone else's
time to
blow.
I'll rhyme
wicked flow
to own alone
and soak
in something
you could
have known.
