Blabbering and Stabbering

...and all they learned is to blabber!

The squeaking voice
and the broken ladder

Its nor the helplessness
neither the windy weather

It’s your fraudulence
causing you to stammer

It’s not a threat but a warning letter
for things you’ve done; your dreams shall soon shatter

You sold yourself out for just a few bucks
a few certainly that would catch you no luck

And once it’s time
the destiny would clout your idyllic life

All you would be left with will be betrayal at your side
a minute reimburse to you with pride

By all the ears that heard you blabber around
while all they asked for was an opinionated resonance

Someone to hold them high
and help them get through the hard time

Someone unlike you
who spread the the untrue

For their own kind!