talk to me

weekdays come to speak with you
 
A ray of light shining so true.
 
Make my day and all my week
 
Every time you choose to speak.
 
Tell your troubles hearing mine
 
Holding patience all the time.
 
At times I’ll be crude and rude
 
With my thoughts that I have brewed.
 
But you smile and get the joke
 
And at my ears you make a poke.
 
Don’t get shocked its who I am
 
Got my mind just full of spam.