Chitter-Chat Poem by Elbert Matt Loubser

Loquacious, little livid
Speak the mind's reason
The words burn inside the mouth
Like leaves in fawl-season

Curtious just won't do
It wears the hourglass down
The hours are so few
Ignoring ev'ry frown

Talk is the priority
Fill the room with words
Flocks and flocks of nonsense
That scatter like the birds

The words make nest in air
Or sand where large waves fall
Lifes is a stage for now
Where hearts play no role at all