 
 Shut Upby Charles F. Swett
 

                          Where does it end, where does it end
                          Leave me alone, leave me alone
                          I am soaked
                          In the spray
                          From your tireless bloated lips
                          You assign meaning
                          To the irrelevant
                          And value
                          To the worthless
                          Eyes twinkling
                          At artificial novelty
                          Created to occupy
                          Your otherwise empty hours
                          If you don't shut up soon
                          I may take leave of my senses
                          Get away
                          And take your body odor
                          And vapid sputtering
                          With you
                          
                          Send me someone smooth
                          With sweet breath
                          And fair complexion
                          An innocent one
                          Whose thoughts
                          Are not convoluted
                          Like yours
                          
                          We will bathe
                          And sing together
                          Of love.
                          
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                   Copyright (c) 1993 by Charles F. Swett
                          
