Your Laugh

Your Laugh - an ode to the woman who works across the hall (and a deeper understanding why I don't write poetry)

Your laugh is a thing of legend
Your laugh turns people to stone
Your laugh drives sailors from the rocks
Your laugh sank a thousand ships

Your laugh makes the day a bit brighter
Your laugh knocks birds from the sky
Your laugh ionizes the smog
Your laugh makes clouds shatter into wisps

Your laugh helps animal control
Your laugh sterilizes dogs
Your laugh kills the mood for rabbits
Your laugh removes cat piss

Your laugh fills the hall, peels the paint, cracks the pipes.
Your laugh curdles milk, poisons grain, dulls my knife.
Your laugh corrupts files, degausses screens, crashed my Mac.
Your laugh breaks kidney stones, cures cataracts, causes strokes.

For the love of god, woman, shut the fuck up already.