Four Beers

Depress me with your attitude, you stinker,
Arguing like crazy about crap
Nobody cares about, like how that map
Is no use to a dedicated drinker.
As for myself, I'm not the sort of thinker
Much exercised about lint in my lap,
The bluebird's wingspan, whether love's a trap,
Or why you never signal with your blinker.

Insisting that the world should pay attention
To these ravings and inanities
From science, grief, and the humanities
You perpetrate with barking mad invention,
You aggravate me. Also, must I mention
Your singing, vanity of vanities?