The decibel of your voice
Makes my ears start ringing;
I stand there silent by choice
Such self-control isn’t easy.

You linger until my patience
Is quickly running out;
You’re lucky I’m an FMP
So I just sit and pout.

The group that is gathered
Is making it hard to walk;
I think I would have you rather
Chill against the wall to talk.

You tell jokes and laugh
With immature thoughts and words;
I wish you would grow up
But I pass on by unheard.