Thump

I hope you hate this poem
I hope it sticks in your mind like flypaper
And that its lack of formal structure
Gnaws at you like restless legs in a sleepless night
I hope you wake with this verse in your mind
Tumbling over and over monotonously
The thump of a forgotten cellphone
Tumbling around in the clothes dryer
Thump
Intruding upon your thoughts
Thump
Try to not think of this thump
As you go throughout your day
As you search for your car keys
Thump
Try to forget this poem, thump 
It's only symbols on a page
That thump around your head
Like the hours you count desperate
Until work is finally over
Thump 
I hope you hate this poem
And the hand that wrote it
And bang your head against the wall
Thump
 Thump
  Thump