What really gets my goat?

What really gets my goat?

Apart from the Brazilian goat eater

Or people that use feet as well as the millimetre

"It's six foot one way and 500 mil the other"

Oh brother

Just pick one

and be done.

Then there's tem folk who like talk

During a film or rock concert gig

They can't just stand there and dig

the tunes blasting out from the rig

Or the story being projected

Get them ejected

Before something bad happens to their feet.

I also hate meanness

Them there who take pride

In twisting others minds

to only see their side

Because even though they're wrong, they're right

Self-preservation is their fight

And claim the rights that to others they deny.

But at the end of it all

When I'm looking the ceiling

Wondering why I have these feelings

Even though I stopped believing

Something underneath me still pretends

That the world has friends

And to dream, is the only reality I like.