Words upon words

Stack the tower of Babel

Brick on brick on straw on clay

But a whispering stirs

And the structure's unstable

When all the scaffold's stripped away

We're ever quick to aver

That we are ready and able

But we can't say what's coming, come what may

By definition self-obsessed

We strive to make ourselves plain

With words that pass the acid test

With passive thought in train

Words upon words

Fiction, folly and fable

Each pregnant pause a dead giveaway...

Ploughing on undeterred

As the sell-bys expire on our labels

Though at length we'll have little or nothing to say

It would be too absurd

To spend life all agaze at our navels –

Oh, we've got such limited time to go on and explain

So, running off at the mouth

We all get carried away

Uncertain when it all goes south

If we mean what we say

If we mean what we say...