In the park this obscene mime,
Made gestures obscene and malign.
A cop I saw and he was peeping,
Arrested mime for his safe keeping,
With precision you could hear the cop refrain.
Rights remain,
"You have the right to silence".

In silent stream a fart is blown,
Now it wreaks the whole drop zone.
Vapors close on an oil lamp,
I turned to holler out before the ZAP.
Then the gas that did just ignite zapped my eyes,
It burned that bright.
It was the smell of silence,

And in a forest without saw,
Ten thousand poplars maybe more.
Wind was blowing the trees creaking,
No ones listening people missing.
Strong gust comes along and a mighty poplar tears,
Would sound it bears?
Or would it fall in silence?

Sat to dine and don't you know,
Phone starts ringing, no "Hello."
Who can it be now that tries reach through?
Caller ID will soon teach you.
And your words won't reach through old "Ma Bell."
Thank techno.
I can eat in silence.

(Our monk described below was only allowed to speak 2 words every 10 years)

Once was a man who loved to pray,
In a quiet monk house stayed.
Bed hard, food bad, and now quitting,
Thirty years 3 times speaking profited
It to you not the least at all.
I so clear recall,
'Cause you've been bitchin' since you got here!