This is for the big mouths.
The loud mouths.
The voices that talk to much.
That deserve a backhand.
Their voice so loud.
Like an arse spreading wide.
Standing all proud.
But all the same they hide.
They walk around like they know it all.
Their opinions no chance of changing.
Staked in something they spout ready to fall.
Even reason and rhyme they are more suited hanging.
Loud and proud like cows in a paddock.
With so much bravado and pride.
All the while their tails between the legs with no cock.
In their solitude away from people, space wide.
Talking like the know it all.
Well and truly educated with so much shit.
Know it all are close to a fool.
Scurry in your hole like a git.
Go in your mob and call out names.
You ain't nothing face to face.
In your knickers like dames.
Run duck and hide, that be your race.
