Tick Talk

Sitting in their homes
and behind their closed walls
washed up and dry
but trying to stand tall
trying to get an erection
on their plastic covered dolls
faking their orgasms
of puffed up intelligence
to mask all the years
of frustrated impotence

through the corridors
but they come out and walk
and they talk and they talk
and they talk and they talk

and they talk and they talk
and they talk and they talk

the glory of the overflowing
books and the shelves
erected to fill empty spaces
of the living dead
burying others in their hell
covered with those long lost
ashes that ve turned to dust
yet fighting for space
fighting for a name
amongst their like of empty shells

but through the corridors
they come out and
dare to walk
and they talk and they talk
and they talk and they talk

and they talk and they talk
and they talk and they talk