Krakus, the voice

I have a bone to pick up

with a grimly voice

that appears to have shacked up

one floor above

my nebula oblongata 

It refuses to budge, it refuses to leave

like a visitor habitual of

over-welcoming his stay.

Poking its sneaky nose

into my innocent pursuits

of a goodnight's sleep

or an unsolicited trip

to the rest room

Clouding my brain with its

unceremonious observations.

Slamming upon me

the most misfitted joke of the day,

expecting me to listen

what the bugger has to offer-

A shitty rejoinder on an unrelated topic

or a retort to something that was purposely forgotten.

Ranging anything from boobs

to bohemian rhapsody-

reducing my attention span

to the size of a frog's fetus.

It leaves me tired and it leaves me jaded

the voice that stings

and the voice that murders

my prospects of living 

right there, in the moment

and my ability to do things

whenever, wherever.

The worst is reserved for 

the intimate moments in bed

Just when im beginning to take off

a ride into sexual escapades

It jutts its fat ass into my mildly

inebriated brain

Like a cop harrowing a driver midnight

for not wearing a seat belt.

if only it was this easy to shame me

into stuff, i smirk

"you may save your morality for the women
you see on T.V", i quibble

The threatening, however, means nothing 

more than a plea

The voice only grows fiercely

annoying.

Talking back, is not helping my 

case i realize.

Emptying bullets into my brain

is not really a choice at hand

So my plan is to write

till there is no more left to say

about Krauakus, the voice

and its nefarious ways.
And wait patiently for its arrest
in the court of justice
which would either bring upon me-
a lifetime of peace
or a lifelong term in a mental institution
(sigh)