Sonnet CVI

You could’ve knocked at least. How rude are you?
I mean to say – no, honestly, you punk,
have you no decency or humble rue?
I shouldn’t have to chide you now. My bunk
is cold from this: my tossing and my anger too,
just trying to find words that will have sunk
their weighty fangs into your brain. Then you,
I hope, will then repent and stop this junk.

Okay, that’s it. I just give up with you!
(and two days later) God! What have you done?
(and three days later…) Come back, you! Come back!
I’m not quite finished all my speech with you!
You chill my bones – you think you’re having fun?
Well, Mr. Fall, you’re never welcome back!