enough of this

no sound like it the mind almost explodes
i sit in my chair and cannot quite believe
we've come to this place along many roads
but now we've come to a moment to grieve
hearing the words that don't quite come to sense
i wonder why i'm here wasting my time
why one so educated can be so dense
and whether leaving would count as a crime
no one can quite believe this noisy jerk
but wants to soothe to appease or to calm
to get back to our proper needed work
after the application of some gentle balm
there's too much into these days i have to cram
so pardon me ma'am if i don't give a damn