Tis all their pre-occupation
its all my amusement
I carry no malice to satiate any angst
no cadaver hidden in a closet
neither have I covert my neighbours chattels
so it can be no less your preoccupied minds
with preoccupied angst and preoccupied malaise
all of which I am indisposed to entertain
accept my non-acceptance
I have no time for charades
but I will be amused
by the pantomime
sorry about your preoccupations