You say things and I hear you, but don’t;
noises: audible, comprehended
and recognizable, lost in transmission,
dead and dying (though you don’t know this
and would in fact frame me for their murder,
but the glove doesn’t fit, you must acquit).
Your words are important
but irrelevant to me,
we disagree constantly.
But I am right.
Never in your sight,
my words are flies,
and I convict you for your
ignorance and piety.