Drivel And All That Poem by Phil Soar

Drivel And All That



I'm listening to banality
It drives me quite insane
People talking drivel
And they do it every day
It's no wonder I'm a loner
And keep myself in check
As most of what I'm listening to
Gives me an aching neck.

Friday, February 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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