He talks, listens not
His voice soars beyond the farthest star
But a single positive thought, it brings not
Nor will it bring a smile, a giggle? No sir!
He talks, nothing more
His gut sings a bland song
Deeper than shallow not are his thoughts
He runs, not from ignorance to the sun.
He talks, but knows anything not
He will never admit his ignorance.
He talks, with stagnant flow of words
To be taught, he never will not.