My God, I wish I could shut my gob;
It shoots off more than
A gun in the mob!
I start off not giving one tiny shit
Then recap later
To feel a huge tit.
The guilt then beats against my head.
I replay all the stupid
Things I’ve said.
Over and over and around it flies.
The echo of stupidity
Behind my eyes.
You’d think I’d learn each time that I speak.
But no: I’m a dick-headed-donkey.
The prize knob gob of the week.