Speak no more, thing!
Be gone from the wing.
Irritating as a bee sting.
With a zing, off you spring.
Not again, you make my ear ring.

This fiasco an affair?
Duck and dive elsewhere.
Go ahead, and shed that tear.
Note your marks and up the dare.
Spare the glare and clear the air.

-A bit stubborn-
Let us just adjourn.
You are stern to spurn.
I cannot budge and will not turn.
You're not in it, not your concern.

Stone thrown.
Leave it alone.
Get your own bone.
Lone drone of a moan.
Take your misery on your own.

Conditions worsen.
The soul grows thin.
Accused, to my chagrin.
One could be a lesser person.
But you do understand, I'm done?

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lupar, in the year 582 AF.