Speak To Me
There are lots of ‘normal’ people that you love to meet and greet,
then there’s the ones when they get near, you try to cross the street.
You know their endless rantings will drive you ‘round the bend,
why is it that these type of folk treat everyone as friends
Now I am one of these ***** folk who pester everyone,
but friends oh no, I know the ones who’d rather I be gone.
Why is it then that I insist, to stop you all to talk
and make full sure I’ve had my say before I let you walk.
Is it because I think I know some things that you do not
or because I really feel that you like me a lot.
Maybe my thirst for knowledge is what I have to gain
or hope that you will sympathise with all my earthly pain.
You never know, maybe I think my preaching will get through
to help you lead far better lives in everything you do.
But by your faces I can tell I haven’t got there yet,
I know what you all think or me that I’m a sad old get.
So tell me why I speak to all I meet now every day
and people scatter everywhere when I am on my way.
The answers plain, now don’t you know, it isn’t just a fad,
the reasons clear for all to see…. I’m simply‘Raving Mad!’
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
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