A table without a stool

You are the epitome of an idiot, not a fool

Yet you bring yourself down to a low state anyway

So an “ignoranous” might suit you in every way

Why do I waste life on a person who can barely breathe

Anything other than stupidity

You insult my intelligence thinking you can sigh anything sly past my own eye

I saw you before

I see you again

And hope never again is my fair share ill partake in

My delicate words wasted on you for sure makes me the fool

For don't I know words are wasted upon those who don't listen

Do you listen or just see my lip gloss glisten

Saying all the words that makes you smitten

Yet your lack of thought keeps them close

To not utter another noun that you would suppose.