Blah, Blah, Blah

This boiling blood causes my bones to bubble
as you babble the breath of the bandwagon.
The bilge spewing from you batters my brain
until I, too, bash your beliefs and our bitterness
continues to build, filling us to the brim.
We’re both bulging and ready to burst
our egos beat in sync as they’re on the brink
of a brutal breakdown. We’re barreling
to the ground, bound to be bruised and broken
but, once we hit the bottom
maybe, we’ll finally learn to listen.