Vocal Coach

Darling, don't you ever rage?
Your glottal stops are sweaty fists
Wherever did you learn
To punch so poorly -

Forgive my candour
But that last scale
With its eyelid tremble
Brought to mind

My wife - an
Aria fuck, if ever was.
She is such a thing
As you

Are not. You know
The Africans have
But one word
For song

And dance. You do
Neither
To standard.