Your Protestations

We really don't care what you're saying

Your Protestations


Your "cris de coeur" are duly noted
Was that a text, from which you quoted
Belligerence now, will be dismissed
The outcome of this may have a twist

Continual protestations are becoming dull
Your thoughts are nothing, on which to mull
These spurious declarations must cease
Can’t there just be a little peace

You needn’t speak your paranoid ideation
Cognitive dysfunction is your creation
Those "idees fixes" are an obsession
Your faculties are not in your possession

This is enough of your identity crisis
That skin condition may be caused by typhus
These maladies are somewhat systemic
Of institutions where neuroses are endemic

Please stop this talk that’s beneath contempt
Something from which all should be exempt
We can’t listen to one more insane word
More vicious than we’ve ever heard

Psychoanalysis may be one solution
These outbursts are just noise pollution
From this discourse there’s no escape
This may be the time, to use duct tape

LeBuert  2012