Just some notes I never said,
Inside my brain, Inside my head.
Rumbling, tumbling, going about,
Wanting to scream, wanting to shout.
Trying to say your speech is too long,
Screechy and preachy, not a good song.
You’re not very helpful, not very nice,
This beer you just drank desperately needs ice.
And what you do for a job is not useful at all,
You could probably waste less time bouncing a ball.
But these are notes I never said,
Neither through my lips nor out of my head.
Voiceless, powerful, mute little notes,
Like how much I hate this poem you wrote.