A slow lull of your stupidity

is a bowl of vomit.

Sloshing over onto the well-polished and deserved tile

floor

of which the 

reverberation of your idiocy descends

ascends

midways

towards the mockery that hangs lamely amongst

stray thoughts

of mine.

So bark at me

your snobbish ideals

and justify your ends with

means that lay in the same place as the meaningless thoughts gone astray

And the reverberation of your mindlessness should soon dent your thick skull enough

to allow you to realiize

what you have really 

done?