I'd sign away one half the worth
of all my working life to come
if I could just eradicate
the chatter
the anger the anxiety
the dumb prognostication
that circulate and percolate
and clatter
who designed this stupid box?
it would be better stuffed with rocks
it strives it seems to
see each minute fall
of chittering and nattering
relentless restless chattering
continuously rattling in my skull
what
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