I don't mean to scream

over the strings

playing in the background

pizzicato and allegro

I don't mean to pink out

your tweeters

with my semi-primal screech

dug from the depths

of my vowels.


Pardon the feedback

feeding my fury

stealing the thunder

eating your CD player


I don't mean to shout

all about and without

getting a good choreographer

to design something to go go

with the hahas and hohos!


Pardon the feedback

feeding my poodle

stealing the handbag

beating a dead horse


Pardon me for kicking

you out of my bathroom

while I'm in it.

Did you think that I was

going to let you watch?


Pardon the feedback

feeding my PMS

stealing a muscle

beating an egg


Pardon me for schlepping

my unspoken feelings

onto a lyric sheet

clothespinned to the line

airing my dirty laundry...

what a useless metaphor!


Pardon the feedback

feeding the regurgitation

stealing a paper towel

beating a janitor to the mess