their eyes are bright yet their stories are dull

listen carefully as they Adamantly talk about things that don't matter with such blind conviction they flap their gums and cover their ears, spewing forth regurgitated remarks like roman fountains

a virtual linguistic vomitorium. and they bury their insecurities in a pool of verbal diarrhea

watch as they cover themselves with their own putrid statements and self compliments , they stink to the HIGH HEAVEN, of triviality

a sense of self importance as they walk around like the emperor

naked yet still dripping with a nights worth of one up one liners which they try and use to beat you at conversation but they can never beat me at listening

and silence is golden like nagging beggars they come shouting at you to spend

making sure that you're well aware that they're interesting.. everything you say goes in one ear and out of their mouths exaggerated and lengthen like a magician with multi-colored ribbons

some of them even lie just to stand out but in these social interactions they're like a child crying out for attention

they tell you empty stories of adventures in the doldrums bush whacking their friends along the way to cut them down

they wear their life's achievements like Gucci rings made of fools gold

Dumbo weeps over the fact that their ears haven't grown in yet

the tiny holes in their head clogged with their own words, cannibalizing thier own bees wax they have the most fantastic conversations with themselves as old samurai's sit stoically and shake their heads in disgust at their lack of silence and subtly

their droning banality inspires harakiri ,

their eyes are bright yet their stories are dull