I don't know what to say,
about you, people, who talk
so much. Except. Why the anger,
when I, finally speak?
I give in to your way,
accept, and admire, your walk;
watch and wonder, as you linger.
I let loose my tongue & you find me weak?!
Eat, please, I am tired of your words.
I cannot translate your venom.
More vulnerable am I, than a flock of birds.
And, then some.
Fill your mouth with some food,
and leave me alone, to brood.