Less Chatter

It’s a sad commentary when words get mixed up in the fray

I’ve always gone faster than my letters

Maybe I’m not wanting to feel responsible but I am

In a group, whose the one carrying the circus?

It’s me

I’m the one who swallows fire, juggles and is the resident clown

It all falls on me

So mute has become my new theme word for the day

There’s more in nothing said then to fill the dumpster with trash

If I want to win the world I need to shut up

Those who really care will feel the response not hear it

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