April 6, 2017

The clatter:

The clatter of tongues, on rows of white
They drive me nuts, both day and night
Chattering like squirrels and crows that fight
Their lips sewed shut, would be quite a sight

They think their words, I want to hear
But it’s just sound, bombarding my ears
And to my eyes, it brings forth tears
Like I was jabbed with a red hot spear

Once I tried to halt, all their clatter
Like what I thought, would really matter
They looked at me, like the Mad Hatter
Off with his head, their teeth chattered