The other night I met a most frightful fiend,

looking quite normal or so it first seemed.

A dangerous demon that stalks the earth,

devoid of expression, charisma and mirth.

This creature has no fangs, drinks not blood,

but never shuts up even though it should.

It sleeps not in the tomb but a normal bed,

fears not garlic or cross but silence instead.

If a person of manners you’ve got no choice

but to ever suffer it’s bland dreary voice.

It’s constant chatter about all that’s banal

will have you looking for a nearby canal.

As it callously spews out it’s boring drivel

you’ll first start to wilt,wither and shrivel

saying “for sweet mercy everything I’ll give”

before finally losing all your will to live.


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