I don’t care, if someone’s there,
I’m partaking in some understanding,
for these words, need to be heard,
out loud, for the benefit of my learning.
I rattle off my acumen, as if it was a sermon,
with the overconfident tone, of a “know it all” foreman,
I have no audience, but at least it’s off my chest,
a voice within me says, “publicise and show the rest!”
But that thought, could be too precious to share,
as my next soliloquy, can either be here or there.
I might re-write the script of a terrible B-movie,
or my lonesome tongue, could spout out something juicy,
such as, my opinion; on why it is pointless to vote,
or some offensive nonsense, like a Frankie Boyle joke!
All in all, I can say, that I have a bit of fun,
when I’m “mad talking”, to a crowd of one,
the words, the worlds, that I create, are more harmonious,
than the things that comprise reality, that are inappropriate,
so, when I need to hide, and re-assert my mental wealth,
I just start to riff away, by talking to myself!