shrill,
vexatious.
What a shame
that I should find
everything in life
SO SO SO
hilarious.
It spurts past my lips
as gracefully
as a boiling k e t t l e
or the braying
of a stubborn mule.
I should hope
to someday outgrow it.
Like pants so easily replaced
when they are ripped at the seams
from someone's bottom growing ever so large.
If I should be so lucky.
Until then,
a vow of silence?
Solitary confinement, perhaps?
Just the thought
is making my lips curl skywards
and my eyelids crinkle
at the absurdity.
Ha.