Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Numbfounded
I don’t know about you, but
I have Loudness in my life
With a special ability
To pierce my eardrum,
As if he were born
With just the right frequency
To irritate only me!
Sometimes I want to
Stick a sock
In his throat and watch
Him writhe wrecked
Worry and panic
Over the inability to
Say a single meaningless
Verbal kernel.
But, most (all) the time
I smile, nod, shake my head
Up and down, up and down
In agreement with whatever
Schlokola is being shed.
His crass is carefully constructed
Dumbness, leaving me numbfounded
Why?
The shit ain’t the shit
Because the shit is full of crap!
The shit is stanky
The shit is smelling up the shack.
The shit is too….., well…. shitty!
Plus….
He’s a lying sack of shit.
If your mama heard him talk
She’d slap the shit right out of him.
OK, that’s enough shit for a poem
(That’s right this is a poem!
Did you think for one minute
I was going to change my ways?)
Let me tell you,
Loudmouth loves to linger on…
For more loudmouthing, repeating
Irritating long legends
That cannot be true unless
Loudmouth lived in multiple
Dimensions simultaneously
(I would feel sorry for those dimensions)
Or was alive during decades
before he was gurgling, happily
Sucking on a sugarcoated baby binky!
That’s it. That’s all. La La.
No need to repeat.
Sorry, if I was shouting in your ear.
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Elan Mudrow 
ugh!!!……. Kia kaha!
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I still have to listen to the person the poem is about. Two days a week.
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Awesome poem, love this pic
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I loved this poem! People can be really loud and obnoxious sometimes. Some people don’t have to say every little thing on their mind. Thank you for this wonderful poem.
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Wow! Thanks so much!
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Glad to have found your work. I look forward to reading more!
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What a good word: “numbfounded”. Babies can leave that impression. The picture too is also something to behold.
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Thank you! 😊
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I love your term ‘numbfounded’. That’s perfect. And, yes, there seems a lot of loudness these days. I find myself seeking the calm. 🙂
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The whole freakin’ world is too loud. Can’t anyone use their inside voices anymore? 😀
Loved this . . . my first (and maybe only) laugh of the day.
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Your language of loud lays me out.
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I love this kind of raw poetry 😀
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Shout all you want. I know folks like him!
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You are more than welcome to give him a copy.
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Loved the poem and the image. Babies are lovely loud – in small doses.
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That is quite a loud poem but seems to have gotten heard!
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Haha! Reminds me of my teenage son! Hmm a perfect poem for him.
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lol!
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Great image to accompany your poem!
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This is brilliant
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Personally, I like your shit.
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Numbfounded – I love it. A great take on ‘shit speech’, as it were. 🙂
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OKay congratulations you have a Baby!
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http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/intentional-fallacy
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Been there…and sometimes I still am.
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Laughing
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so good! Made me laugh. It reminds me of bosses who I wanted to just smack.
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You should try seeing someone a little bit older…:)
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Not quite ‘shouty’…… 😉
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Sometimes you just need to shout!!!
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To quote The Other Guys, ‘Sometimes life gets loud and messes with your ears” hehe
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