what is your opinion regarding the quality and the content of this poem?

ruth

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when you speak to me i hardly hear a thing
only the empty baritone of your petulant ring
i wish that when you speak i could steer away
from all your false, phony words that you say

grandiose fears of things i know you don't understand
sick of people not acting on your every command
so you fill up your head with some interesting facts
so you don't have to feel so radically bland

poor you, no one understands you like i do
and you're so luck they don't know you like i do

and when i rethink all the hate and hurt that i spew
sometimes i start to think i'm not even talking 'bout you
so if you ever feel faintness or perhaps even small
remember i'm just a ladder, and you're just my wall

yeah, i said- if you feel small

know, i am a ladder and you are a wall
yeah, i am a ladder and you are a wall
i'm just a ladder, now don't you feel tall
i can see why 'baritone' and 'ring' don't really mix. good comment.
 
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