"Of the making of many books, there is no end" - Solomon, Ecclesiastes. 

Talking To Yourself

So what do you say, when it's all been said 

The song been sung and the book been read?

But you've still got voices in your head

Giving it laldy.



Well, it's probably time to go to bed

With a glass of water and a slice of bread,

And lie there patiently, until your dead,

Or at least till Friday.

Alternatively

You could let those many voices out

Whether they whisper, scream or shout

And find out what they're on about

They might be lonely.


Just offer them some company

A bit of a blether, a cup of tea

And in a while you both will be

Arrested.

Probably. 

by David Fee