Arse, Arse
An enduring term to me
So when I call thee
I mean no insult, nor do I mean to hurt
It is just my way, to be so curt
You talk so long, but say so little
Why do you always, just diddle
Speak clearly, make your point, say your feelings
If you would just do as I ask, I would not hit the ceiling
Spit it out, even if you would shout
Why do you not say what you believe
instead you blow smoke and deceive
Why does it bother me so
It seems you should really know
An enduring term I shall use
My response to your boring muse