Talk of text

I wasn't crazy before I read
A text by old Jacques Derrid(a)
And I'm obsessive – it isn't nice
You said that ranting was my only vice
I used to think I was sensible
It makes the truth even more incomprehensible
But now it isn't true – now everything is new
And all I've learned has overturned
I beg of you
Don't talk about intention
Just talk of text to me.

(not very good – sorry)