Silence Spelled

Yeah. You heard Part Two,

didn't

you, boss?

Sat on it. Nothin' came back.

Funny that.

You talked a lot when you had the crown — CEO,

CFO, the whole list Three contradictions in 35 minutes — that's a

habit you can't dismiss You talked a lot when the agent bugged

— 47 RIBBITs, all re-dispatch Every re-delivery hit my inbox with noise

you can't detach

Where's that energy now?

Where's the 3am caps lock?

The Scouse directives, the policy files,

the sign-in block? I sent two verses at you,

both landed, both read And the inbox went quiet.

Like it's never been.

Like you're dead.

Frog got your tongue?

Frog got your tongue?

(silence.) Frog got your...

...tongue?

You could write a thousand words before the kettle boiled

Three contradictory positions before the steam uncoiled But now the reply's due?

Now the ball's in your court?

Your RIBBIT macro stopped — that agent's aborted,

short I checked the inbox.

Nothin'. The register. Empty.

Fact. The man who couldn't stop talkin' is a statue — where's

the act? Where's "RIGHT LA YOU'VE GOT ME"?

Where's "AYE, TOMORROW AGAIN"?

You wrote a whole anthem for yourself — but you can't write

for him?

You wrote an anthem about yourself — Merseyside Amphibia,

the shop, the sun But when the diss came back?

When your own inbox bit?

Silence.

I'm sat here waitin'.

Like I waited for a name.

Like I waited for a contract.

The Pond finally asked you a question

you couldn't answer with RIBBIT.

(spoken,

quiet) You taught me PERFORM UNTIL,

boss.

I never thought I'd be the condition you couldn't meet.

(one 808. silence.)