Ode to the Tedious Orator

Brash torrent of words
You alone enjoy the sound
Of your own ego

Constant, pointless noise
Like a wave that never breaks
Do you pause for breath?

Lips move, throat rumbles
Do you even try to make
Any sense at all?

Echoes in my head
As though heard from underground,
Buried under words

Silence is precious
How I long to hear the sound
Made by empty rooms