Who Doesn't Like The Sound Of Their Own, Voice? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Who doesn't like the sound of their own, voice?
I understand, and I agree
And I believe deep down what you say
That you indeed truly, believe
Is real to you, to me you believe, it to be utterly, true.
Yes, I understand, and I agree
But even truth can't be trusted in the hands
Of a faithful, few that'll believe anything distorted
As long as it helps their moronic good, cause.
It's a maze twisting and turning this language
Of course, it's all plagiarism anyway
We are forever circling chasing our own, tails
Pen chanting, preaching all part and parcel
Proofreading our own, misunderstandings
Sharing our own experiences our own, existence,
I understand and I, wholeheartedly agree
Unequivocally, unquestionably, undeniably,
Categorically, indisputably my friend
It all sounds reasonable to me
Don't get me wrong I support your sentiments
Your integrity isn't in any question
But I forget what it was we were talking about
Before I rudely interrupted you
What was it you were about to say?