One sometimes takes presentiment to speak,
When they ought to keep the tongue in cheek.
Silence better suits insolent rat,
Chattering reveals his dismal gap.

His logic's got no place in fact,
The brain all up with rubbish packed.
And speaking does undo him best,
Who opens maw to fain interest.

Speaking's not your greatest fault,
You should have laid bones in vault.
Weakness parading across yon streets,
None of yon virtue in you meets.

None in you have found humility,
Drowning in your own futility.
Glaaki's call take up to find,
regressing, stupid, and dull mind.

Running up to bloodied gate,
Embrace the dark and fated hate.
Or, leave your gored crimson head,
To serve in your spirit's stead.

Learn one lesson ere we're done,
A coward's place is not the sun.
His wagging tongue is better left,
Forgotten and of soul bereft.

Instead of filling up our boards,
With all your poetry that bores.
Remember this maxim of old lore,
And better intelligence implore:


"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool
than to speak out and remove all doubt."

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Ero, in the year 524 AF.