Rolf, The Talking Machine Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Rolf, the talking machine

There are moments in life when you meet someone
you take an instant dislike to who endlessly talk about
things they don`t know if you tell them something
they don`t hear what you say, just waiting for their
a chance to rambles on.
He has the sort of face exuding stupidity and is inviting
you to punch him flat and jump on him.
You know what I mean a person who speaks without
thinking what is coming out of his mouth, unstoppable he his
I think he talks in his sleep.
Tomorrow he will be leaving, and I will not be charged
of murder.