Must you chirp, oh nutty irritant?
I cannot study the greats without your racket.
I cannot do anything with your noise, itching on my scalp.
You my friend, deserve a poisonous death.
Because you are robbing my sanity and breath.
In the night, Oh! Wooing rapant!
I cannot create anything but mindless bracket.
I don’t even know what I am really, writing about.
You need to stop, and hop into the night.
To be eaten by some aviaries in the moonlit light.
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