Listen.

Eye power; -3.50;

Hearing ability; High Definition.

The mumblings of your little minds

Infuriate me.

Your pubescent whispers

Send me to the tipsy edge,

Threatening to throw me over.

Your teenage giggles

Grate on my nerves.

Hush, be quiet.

Let the thoughts of my sagacity

Flow in perfect rhythm.

Let the excesses in my mind

Fill the gaps in your porous minute brains.

Listen please;

To me.

For ye know not what the world wants.

Let me tiny experience guide you.

Listen please,

To me

Beckon to my pleas of silence.

My mind is a nine lane road

With the traffic of immeasurable units

Forever busy with thoughts beyond my comprehension

With ideas unborn and unrefined

Motions ready for harvesting.

Hearing ability; high definition. 

I cannot be dragged from myself

By your idle chatter.

Your childish notions and immature speech

Is synonymous to an accident on my high way

Of confusing traffic.

Eye power; -3.50;

Hearing ability; High Definition.

Hush, Listen.

Shush, ferme la bouche.

Pay attention please

To the words of this mind.

Let my lips spew forth the things you know not

Yet.

Eye power; -3.50;

Hearing ability; High Definition.

My sight deficiency

Makes me privy to the

Littlest sounds.

Hush my darlings and listen.

Nkem Oyaghire.