after a meeting

i haven't said the things i ought to say
that mean as much as what is unsaid
time passes some time i'll have to pay
the price before i'm finally dead
nothing enrages quite like a foolish voice
a sound that grates on both the ear and mind
the idiot's substitute for wiser choice
reboiling serving what was best left behind
mountains will fall before a fool will learn
you pound them in the mortar out of rage
your ears and your eyes together burn
but they cannot make sense upon the page
i understand some people are so thick
they would not feel it even if i kick