death of a salesy-man

when irritating marketing guy
in meetings won’t stop talking
i often dream up ways he’ll die
(i know it’s rather shocking).

perhaps a piece of jargon will
crush him to pulpy quiet
or a cliché might sneak up and kill
his desire to yap up a riot.

a buzzword might sting his rosy cheek
stun him into glazed submission
or an angry swarm of business speak
leave him in stable (but silent) condition.

i realize all this sounds rather morose
but frankly, no one should be that verbose.