(M. Doughty)

Shooed out like a housefly

This house was half my mind

I don't dispute the doubts you've outlined

But it's my right to waste your time

And these things

It stands to reason

These things won't kill me

Your feelings

The spattering

It bores me

Don't tell me

Burned in on the 8th of May

She was spectacular

I walk a half-moon by the bus stop

Sliding 'cross the street to her

Three stings

Sequentially

Three strings

Won't kill me

Your spieling

Gracelessly

Is my grief

Please tell me

Half-masted, bass-boosted, slingbacked, fully retractable

Throw out the la-la by the busload

Match the photo to the description

I do indeed and shall continue

Dispatch the shiftless man to points beyond