Yapping, yapping, yapping,

Clapping, clapping, clapping,

Capping, Capping, Capping,

Why won’t you shut the fudge up,

Like damn,

Your mouth is just running,

Like it’s on auto pilot,

Like god damn,

Shit,

Why are you always talking?

I walk away,

You follow,

I close the door,

You open it,

I put on headphones,

You start to talk in sign languages,

I feel like there is no escaping,

I think to myself,

What the fudge did I do?

Do I deserve this pain,

That’s coming from you,

Unless,

There is something more severe,

I am losing my damn mind,

Things are getting weird,

For all I want to do,

Is plot,

How to get you to shut the fudge up,

And maybe,

Just maybe,

I can hear my own thoughts,

And stop blocking my own blessings,

From someone using up,

Or have used up all their time,

On the clock,

I am fitting to clock out,

And three hundred this clown,

In chest or in the face, 

With a roundhouse…

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