Your constant indiscretion with words
Your inflammatory wit
Your pompous assery
Your quick condescension
Your abominable arrogance
I can no longer stand it, sir
You’ve left me fit to be tied
I am at my wit’s end
Dangling from the rope you left me to hang myself with
As a fitting punishment for you
Tied up in knots Is what I’ll do
Unfortunately for me
It looks so damn good on you
