I cringe at the sound of your middle finger

Every time you open your mouth

And dribble an idiot’s song

Does it really matter

How you’ve been wronged again

Does it really matter that you are heartbroken five times more

Who will you vilify today

Who do you know better than tomorrow

Can you just please stop talking

Or, can you endure a moment of silence Without impulsively collapsing

Into the great dark gray of despair

I wish I could save you

Because you are good

And I’m hoping peace finds you

But you’ll have to shut up first

And long enough

To receive a blessing

Long enough

To name the ones

Surrounding you

That you ground

Into the ground

While giving sweet people

The bird