The Annoying Clarinet Man
DescriptionA poem about feeding a man his own clarinet. A reflection of thoughts that occur that we do not act on, no matter how cathartic they may be.
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Music is sound, music is sweet, it never fails to sweep me off of my feet. But, if you keep on with that stupid clarinet, a swift and brutal end it will certainly meet. I would make you swallow it. Think of it as a nice treat; the most musical sausage you will ever eat. I really do like music do not think that I don't. Through your pained screams you beg me to stop but just know that I won't. You may choose a starter if you so need. I recommend a boiled seasoned clarinet reed. I'd obviously allow water to quench your thirst but did you really think that it would be the skinny end first? Brutal though I am, forcing it down your throat, I would rather do this than hear another single note. You make me tired and cranky, I'm trying to sleep in bed. Make no mistake about how I would have you fed. I will make this annoying instrument one of your worst fears, the sirens of your ambulance taking you away is more like music to my ears. Now the night is quiet and cosy in silent bliss, the absence of clarinet noise is sweeter than any angel's kiss.