Well out of order

 He had a million answers

To a thousand questions

Christ, he could talk –

And every time you’d mention

A subject,

He’d have an opinion on it,

He’d all off a sudden become

This big f*****g authority

On a topic he really

Knew nothing about,

Christ he could talk –

But for me personally

The thing he did most,

That really pissed me off

Was to talk over me, while

I was in mid conversation,

Yep, he wasn’t afraid to

Over ride you –

“He loves the sound of his

Own voice,” is what they’d all say,

But deep rooted, I’m sure

It was a form of insecurity,

It was a way of expressing

Himself, because let’s face it

No one gave a toss what

He had to say,

Not one f*****g slight bit of

Interest, in a bloke who could

Bore a deaf man  -

One night, during a session

Of lager and several hundred

Lines of coke in the pub toilet,

He began to get on me tits –

Yep, we were all having a laugh,

Having a real good time,

The music was rocking, the

Place was crammed with birds,

Everything was perfect, except

For his dullard words,

He was interrupting my sentence,

Spitting rubbish in me face,

When all I wanted to do

Was relax, enjoy the place –

 

So after fifteen minutes of bollocks

Bullshit, crap and s**t,

I turned and smashed the dullard

Punched him on the chin,

He staggered back in confusion

Not sure what was going on,

The others were equally shocked

At the act what I’d done –

He tried to regain his composure

Held himself up on the bar

He was ready to start talking

The message hadn’t struck home,

So I smacked him again in the face

Sent him reeling to the floor,

Me mates grabbed me by the shoulders

Pulled me off the know all bore,

 “What the f**k ya doing?”

Was all they seemed to say –

“You’re bang out of order,”

Was repeated to me again –

I wrestled free from their heavy grips

Rushed out into the evening air,

Realised I was out of order

But didn’t really care –

Stumbling home in the darkness,

A damp chill placed itself on my neck,

I blamed my violent behaviour

On the drugs that polluted my head –