The Frustrated Dribbler

He stood on his pulpit,
Mumbling at the world.
He longed to be heard,
But no one listened,
Or cared to hear
What he had to say.
Had he been able
To listen to himself
As he expected others to,
He might have
Understood why
He couldn’t get
His point across.
He was clueless
As to how he sounded
In other people’s ears,
Yet he continued
With his broadcast.
His words were uttered
Without concern
As to how or where
They might land.
Words just dribbled
Out of his mouth
And ran down his chin,
And strangely enough,
No one wanted to be
Slobbered by his drool.