Jibber-Jabber
Said the man to the Jibber-Jabber:
"You talk so much, Jibber-Jabber! It must be that you love the way your voice sounds, as it cuts through the air. You must see your voice as a melodious treat to whoever is blessed enough to fall upon it's path. Jibber-Jabber, you truly are! I've known some Jibber-Jabber's in my past before, but you my friend, are the most JibJabbery Jibber-Jabber of the whole Jibbery Jibber-Jabber bunch!"
The man took a drag and giggled.
The Jibber-Jabber put down his cigarette and responded.
"I speak because I do, and I speak because I can. I speak because I want to, and what I speak is who I am."
"Wisely stated." Said the man, who was truly a man.
"I speak because I am alone," The Jibber-Jabber went on to say, "and sometimes I am heard. I think to myself 'What a funny thing to happen! Here I am speaking, and there is someone, colliding with what I say!'"
"Aha!" cried the man. "So you are not alone!"
"No," the Jibber-Jabber said, "I am alone. Having people, places, things, ideas and all other kinds of nouns running into what I say doesn't give me company."
The Jibber-Jabber and the man sighed.
"But what if the noun speaks back, and you collide into their sounds?"
"Then they are no better off, and I feel sad for them. But yet! I must not be downhearted!"
"No, Jibber-Jabber, you must not!" And the man stood up as the Jibber-Jabber stood up.
"And this is why I jabber, like a Jibbery-Jabbery Jibber-Jabber!" cried the Jibber-Jabber. "To speak, to send out a beacon of light. A radio signal. A flashing neon sign. Anything to signal the Great and Ultimate Noun. I would like him to know that I exist, and I've been sitting here talking for an awful long time, and he hasn't given any indication of having collided, or wanting me to collide. I'm doing what I do, what I want, what I can, and still, here I am! And I talk, and I talk! I speak, and speak, and scream, then speak some more. But, somehow, I never,..." and the Jibber-Jabber sat back down in his chair, hung his head, and heaved a great sob.
"Oh, Jibber-Jabber," said the man, "This isn't talking you are doing. This isn't talking, speaking, or jabbering! Yet, I feel that this is most honest and true of you. Now I understand why you jabber, Jibber-Jabber."
The Jibber-Jabber sobbed and sobbed.
"You speak, because it's all you have."
"You talk so much, Jibber-Jabber! It must be that you love the way your voice sounds, as it cuts through the air. You must see your voice as a melodious treat to whoever is blessed enough to fall upon it's path. Jibber-Jabber, you truly are! I've known some Jibber-Jabber's in my past before, but you my friend, are the most JibJabbery Jibber-Jabber of the whole Jibbery Jibber-Jabber bunch!"
The man took a drag and giggled.
The Jibber-Jabber put down his cigarette and responded.
"I speak because I do, and I speak because I can. I speak because I want to, and what I speak is who I am."
"Wisely stated." Said the man, who was truly a man.
"I speak because I am alone," The Jibber-Jabber went on to say, "and sometimes I am heard. I think to myself 'What a funny thing to happen! Here I am speaking, and there is someone, colliding with what I say!'"
"Aha!" cried the man. "So you are not alone!"
"No," the Jibber-Jabber said, "I am alone. Having people, places, things, ideas and all other kinds of nouns running into what I say doesn't give me company."
The Jibber-Jabber and the man sighed.
"But what if the noun speaks back, and you collide into their sounds?"
"Then they are no better off, and I feel sad for them. But yet! I must not be downhearted!"
"No, Jibber-Jabber, you must not!" And the man stood up as the Jibber-Jabber stood up.
"And this is why I jabber, like a Jibbery-Jabbery Jibber-Jabber!" cried the Jibber-Jabber. "To speak, to send out a beacon of light. A radio signal. A flashing neon sign. Anything to signal the Great and Ultimate Noun. I would like him to know that I exist, and I've been sitting here talking for an awful long time, and he hasn't given any indication of having collided, or wanting me to collide. I'm doing what I do, what I want, what I can, and still, here I am! And I talk, and I talk! I speak, and speak, and scream, then speak some more. But, somehow, I never,..." and the Jibber-Jabber sat back down in his chair, hung his head, and heaved a great sob.
"Oh, Jibber-Jabber," said the man, "This isn't talking you are doing. This isn't talking, speaking, or jabbering! Yet, I feel that this is most honest and true of you. Now I understand why you jabber, Jibber-Jabber."
The Jibber-Jabber sobbed and sobbed.
"You speak, because it's all you have."