When music shifts
To mad disjointed riffs
With lyrics so vexed
Songs of malcontent
When chatter declines
To rants written as warning signs
Sparking profane rumble
Mumble and grumble
When the punch gets spiked
With overspirited spite
Turning jabber once light
Into blathering fright
When fresh air stales full
Of the rank drift of bull
Saliently served in heavy portions
It’s time to leave the party.
Check out these other poems with similar themes:
The Misinformation Machine
Beguiling Grove
You Did This
Breakfast at the Diner
Published by TheOtherKLM
I really hate talking about myself, but if I have to...
I’m K.L. McDaniel, the person behind TheOtherKLM. I’m an introvert with extrovert moments, a fitness-minded person fighting later-age fat, and someone trying to keep life somewhat organized without pretending it isn’t a mess.
Here, I write about the things I keep coming back to: movement, mental health, learning, self-awareness, and the strange little contradictions that make people interesting. I’m not here to act like I have everything figured out. I’m here to think through it, laugh when possible, and maybe find a little balance in the middle of the clutter.
So, that’s me. More or less.
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