if i doze in underware in the lounge
then i will
if the telly mumbles so i turn it loud
then i will
if you cook food late so i shout
then i will
if you keep quiet so i presume mysogynies
then i will

it is your fault arthritis burns my temper
it is your fault my telly aches your head
it is your fault food no longer has flavour
it is your fault i ignore your principled bleats