Poem - Before We Were so Rudely ,,,

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Shout, rant, scoff, interrupt, sneer and deride, The pedant cuts in, pushing other speakers aside. The slightest slip up, error or gap Gives the Narcissist another opportunity to yap With few daring to him to cease and desist, So if the interrupted party struggles to resist He comes across as the unreasonable one Rude, crude condescension wins, all joy is gone. Conversation reduced to competition and fight Survival of the loudest, where the last word is right The correctionist plays talk like a dice playing game The party was ruined from the moment he came, With eagerness to take over when those talking relax His pitch invasions come over as intrusions and attacks He knows a lot, and he’s learned, of that there’s no doubt But he won’t write books – he just hurls his mockery about He is like a heckler insulting the entertainer, singer and comic Everyone enjoys them but he’ll dismiss them as chronic Without ever daring to show that he could do a better act He slags them off without subtlety, consideration , care or tact He wants everyone to feel his smug superior intellect He makes other speakers feel like some insignificant insect, But somehow avoids the punch in the mouth many would offer When he cuts in on their chat with some nonsense to proffer He thinks himself bright, smart, clever and somehow eternally wise But he’s just an annoying deeply irritating bully who ties Up other tongues so he can feel centre stage Among people who do well to contain their rage. Despite the frustration and fury he has constantly ignited The embodiment of Verbal Diorrea keeps on getting invited. You are just chatting TV or greeting a long lost friend When his cry of ‘are we having fun yet?’ signals the end Of peaceful discreet friendly informal chatter Suddenly the Great Gob-hole Almighty alone wants to matter He really freaks out if you dare criticise or correct anything he says The more he annoys you, the longer he stays. He won’t let the lightest stammer or hesitation pass. He was obviously off school the day they did shut the Hell up class. Telling him to be quite sparks a rant of self-righteous indignation That just adds to the sense of vocal bullying and intimidation As another lovely night out gets spoilt for no worthwhile cause Other than the man in love with his own voice moving his jaws Arthur Chappell