The Talker

  You’ll note the man who talks too much is always working round, he never seems to hold a job which someone else has found for him because he’s bound to keep his tongue upon the wag, and spend his boss’s precious time with self-bouquets and brag. He stays until his story’s told and then told once again, and by this time the boss’s er is over full with pain, and he is told to take his grip, although the boss feels sad, because he’s lost his other grip upon the job he had. And yet he never, never learns, but talks his jobs away, because the habit’s grown on him that he must have his say, and so he talks until he dies, up to his waning breath; he’s talked his chances all away and talked himself to death.

May 8, ‘09