Excuse my moniker. You gave it to me.
Another tag to show who all abuse my sanity.
Ignore my piercing tone. You made it very clear.
Whatever said is lost in the void between your ears.
How much is said, not done? What can man do under one day's sun?
Could it be a mere excuse, with most light used on the weak and abused?
I conclude and it does not pain. You remain as a wicked bane.
You embark on tall, empty lies and with them flies, the mark of one insane.