I think it would be pretty cool if your constant droning,

The buzzing annoyance of your voice,

Would quiet itself.

If you could possibly ever find the time to quiet yourself

I’d really appreciate it.

I don’t mean to be rude, again,

But you seriously make me want to do horrible things.

These horrible things I’d do would either be to you or to myself.

To you, because you need to shut up;

To me, to put myself out of my misery.

You need not worry because of my laughter.

I’m laughing because I’m losing it.

You’re laughing because you think I’m kidding.

And, oh, are you sorely mistaken.