There used to be a man,
Who never spoke,
People looked at him,
Laughed at him,
Wondered about him,
Tried to speak with him,
Like he was a child,
It annoyed him,
Pissed him off,
He never spoke,
Because he didn’t like to talk,
And on a day like any other,
A person passed him by,
Said something extremely dumb,
He stopped and wondered,
Sighed,
And said,
Go fuck yourself,
I’m going home,
The word spread fast,
About what he has said,
And people wanted to know,
Why he finally spoke,
The last thing he ever said,
As far as anyone knows,
I’ll speak again,
When I have something worth saying,
Now go fuck yourselves,
I’m going home.
Ziga.