You abuse me with your mindless chatter
Incessant, shrill, inane
The constant background grating of your voice
Slowly driving me insane
Your talking is like a pneumatic drill
And the pavement is my brain
You barrage me with constant gossip
No emergency stop for this freight train
Like Garbo I utter those famous words
You blink then continue in the same vein
I close my eyes, zone you out
Aware only of the throbbing head pain
Author notes
I want to be alone. Is that too much to ask?
Written November 7th, 2005
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On a public site… I guess so!¡ But I sort of understand the principle – although I have never had to tell anyone twice…
The rhyme seemed a little ‘bumpy’ in places, you probably need to check your tyre pressures after being in storage so long though – perhaps reading aloud and loudly could be efficacious to both problems¿?
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