Crazy Talk

Crazy Talk, poetry written by Nick Searles at Spillwords.com

Heard some chatter going ’round.
Your ideas make my head pound-pound
And the way you come across,
Sounds like your meds have all been tossed.
I know to you it sounds like music.
But what I hear is blah, blah, blah.
Turn around & keep on squawking
And I’ll turn off your crazy talking.

Crazy talk, there seems to be a lot of
Crazy talk.
Makes one want to bolt the train.
Makes one want to get on out and walk.
Don’t know about you but I’m kinda done with crazy talk.

Life’s about a little bit of everything.
But if things went well you’d hafta pull the string.
Referring to your point of view,
Got to thinking; man, there is a loose screw.
Diabolical diatribes; hate of some men.
Put that together & you’re a crazed red hen.
I think the umpire will call a balk
because of all your crazy talk.

Crazy talk, there seems to be a lot of
Crazy talk.
Makes one want to bolt the train
Makes one want to get on out and walk.
Don’t know about you but I’m kinda done with crazy talk.

There are some people who can stand tall.
Then there’s some guys who just live to crawl.
I’m not one who likes to fiddle.
I kinda like my stand in the middle.
So, what you say is what you mean
People look at you and wont’ even
Waste a scream.

Conspiracy theories all cramp up your brain
If I were you I’d declare me insane
Your head needs an outline of chalk.
I’m so gone from all this crazy, crazy, crazy talk.