Knowing what

Start me a joke where I can not laugh anymore,

only to shake my head off,

to make you see.

Begin a morning of what you think its positive,

while its already made what a day can do for me.

Assume more, please

presume more to ascend my height of my annoyance.

. ask me not what really ticks,

. . question my countenance of my arrogant face,

. . . then see to the labels you have been listening and slap with it repeatedly.

Already too much of this I am to be thankful,

thus give it to the door

ready to shoo it out of the floor.