Stuck With a Droner!

We all know the type!

How many times have we all been stuck with a droner,

you know the type, who will bore your head clean off.

In an elevator, on a bus, somewhere you just can't 

escape.

On and on they keep on flapping their face,

a living ventriloquist dummy, moving their mouth,

but never blinking, or stopping to take a breath.

Lucky you, you're being treated to the wisdom of the 

ages,

over and over, rapid fire--can't interject, or interrupt.

You don't dare risk appearing rude, so you nod,

and keep on nodding like you head's on an up-down 

hinge.

They're too into it to notice Elvis has left the building,

they're talking to a mannequin that looks a lot like 

you.

You're nodding, you're nodding, and moving just 

enough,

while your mind take a vacation to an exotic land.

And as you reach your destination and mercifully 

walk away,

you see them find another hapless victim to 

harangue.

You try to catch their eye, or wave your hand to catch

their attention, but it's too late, the droner has struck 

again!

'Better them than me' you think, rather selfishly,

and you hit the tavern for a beer, or twenty.

Sure as s**t, as soon as you're enjoying the blessed 

solitude,

here comes another one, over to tell you his whole 

life story.

Why, oh why, are they seeming the last to understand

that you really couldn't give three s***s, but it's back 

to the hinge deal!