I'M Boring You Poem by Gordon David

I'm here in my own front room
Speaking to the Prophet of Doom
Will the price of oil fall?
Why are we here at all?
I'm boring you
I'm boring you

Sometime my mind gets lost
How much will all this cost
Can't get my brain engaged
It can make me so enraged
I'm boring you
I'm boring you

Yet in my mind, I've to make a decision
I better get deep into constructive revision
But I haven't got a clue
Now I don't know what to do
Life feels like it's ebbing away
I feel like I'm going astray
I'm boring you
I'm boring you

I can't remember all the good stuff
When will we know if we've got enough?
Can you reform me in here?
Is this the right hemisphere?
I'm boring you
I'm boring you

You may not like me, but I don't care
You may not see me, I'm everywhere
You may not hear me, but don't despair
You may not want me, I'll still be there
I'm here for you
I'm hear for you