AuburnScribbler

Talking to Myself

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!