Yeah… talk is cheap, so inflate it. Fill up the room with your hot-air statements. I’ll keep my head down, you keep your face famous. Ready? Go on then. Say it. Go ahead, bloviate. Pump that jaw like a cheap air-gate. Big head, float away, string on your ego like a lost parade. Go ahead, bloviate. Words are small, my dreams are great. I don’t bark, I cultivate. You make noise, I make fate. You got helium lungs and a plastic crown, TED-talk swagger with a circus sound. Tweeting your teeth till the keys wear down, I’m clocked-in quiet while you chase that clout. Lip-gymnastics, doing backflips, Say a whole lotta nada in a caption. I’m blueprints, calloused hands, traction, You’re cotton candy, quick melt, no substance. Yeah, I read the room while you read your press, I stack skills while you stack stress. You sell smoke, I sell progress, Big talk shrinks when it meets a test. All caps, all cap, same difference. I skip the stage to go build the engines. Wise man listens, puts the vision in the trenches, You just stretch sentences. Go ahead, bloviate. Pump that jaw like a cheap air-gate. Big head, float away, string on your ego like a lost parade. Go ahead, bloviate. Words are small, my dreams are great. I don’t bark, I cultivate. You make noise, I make fate. You got bumper-sticker morals and a lecture arc, I got late-night labs and a welder’s spark. You rehearse rage in a bathroom mirror, I rehearse patience till the path gets clearer. You’re play-doh logic with a megaphone, I’m brick-by-brick on a silent road. You’re press-on power, I’m pressure-grown, You’re polymer throne, I’m bedrock stone. Go off king, do your podcast pout, Spin one more thesis that’s really a shout. I’ll be in the corner mapping routes, Next time we meet, I’ll be cashed-out results. Say less, mean more; that’s policy. I grow fruit; you post apologies. You chase likes; I chase quality; Different diets, different calories. Go ahead, bloviate. Pump that jaw like a cheap air-gate. Big head, float away, string on your ego like a lost parade. Go ahead, bloviate. Words are small, my dreams are great. I don’t bark, I cultivate. You make noise, I make fate. Words are small. Dreams are big. Great works build great bids. Skyscrape mind, foundation digs, Talk all day, I lift that rig. Hands to task, ear to wind, Vision locked, discipline. Eyes on prize, let them grin, I’ll be there when the lights go dim. Blow it up, blow it up; float, float. Big balloon ego; pop, pop (nope). Work talks quietly; note, note. Goals on rails; go, go. Go ahead, bloviate. Pump that jaw like a cheap air-gate. Big head, float away, string on your ego like a lost parade. Go ahead, bloviate. Words are small, my dreams are great. I don’t bark, I cultivate. You make noise… I make fate. Keep talkin’. I’ll keep clockin’. When the air runs out, I’m still rockin’. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ © 2025 The Badfatler All rights reserved.
