The more I watch these people speak,
The less I want to say. For each goes on
About their way, heedless of their audience.
So to the he who’ll not be swayed
or to the she who is all rebuke
How can I gain a good repute?
Only to reflect, calm, staid
Yes but me me mine I’m right they squeak
Neither listening nor hearing going on
My words would do the same, so I choose silence