A Shrinking Violet Speaks

Let me put this kindly

Let me make this quick

Hush up

I don't want to hear it.

Fall short of speech

Fall down at your feet

And submit to reticence.

Let there be a conspiracy of silence 

On the petty matters that prevail

Fall silent

It doesn't kill...

And what doesn't kill requires true grit

Of which you certainly don't lack

So hush up.

I don't want to hear it

There's me making this quick.