Meathead Monologue

you look a little tired, friend

you -
you know it all.
stop running your mouth, you ought to get tired soon.
you -
why must you keep on talking?
every whisper that falls from your mouth,
comes every spider that crawls its way out,
and with all of that follows your arrogance
in the form of a starry eyed kid
that i have to face and tell to it
"yes, yes, of course, of course"
agree agree agree!
you -
you illness in my throat
i hope to flush you out soon and never see you again.
your breath says it all, the way you suck it all in
and blow it all out as if
it's unlimited to you.
but let me tell you that once you use up
all your breath
and all your words
and all your love,
you will get tired.
you-
you will get tired of yourself.
and i-
i will be there to watch you slumber.

r.k.