It is very lonely inside this head of mine.
And I am so sick of hearing from you.
All of you.
Your voice is like the hold music put on
when waiting for a representative from more torture.
Your words affront my intellect.
Your breath assails my personal space to breathe.
It is like being blind sighted by stupidity in its purest, acidic,
most infectious form.
It causes me much pain.
Insufferable, immeasurable, inexplicable pain.
The next time you open your mouth
I want you to keep it there
so I can bang on your bottom teeth
with as many quick wraps of a silver spoon
that it takes to shatter each and every one of them.
Then maybe you will understand why I look
the way I do when you speak to me.
You will understand the pain you cause me
from your very first predicate.
And then you'll shut up.