Drivel. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Non-stop talk, that’s all you do and never making sense
For once just think before you speak, I’m fed up with pretence.
That constant drivel from your mouth, you’re nothing but a pest!
So shut your mouth, I’m telling you, just give your tongue a rest.

Constantly consistent in the rubbish that you talk
It’s no wonder friends avoid you and turn on you to mock,
Almost every word you speak is driving them insane
And if you carry on like this, you won’t see me again!