Bill me for the brains I’m missing
and my clumsiness galore.
Just desist your constant hissing.
I don’t work here anymore.
If I broke the electronics
by submerging them in glue,
apologies are like a tonic,
and I offer mine to you.
Please believe I’m really sorry
if I slipped and broke your back
or that my ineptness harried
you into a heart attack.
Or that I forgot to mention
that the mixture might explode.
Harming you was no intention.
How was I supposed to know?
Pardon me for all the trouble
and the piss-offs and the pain
and that you are seeing double
and your parakeet’s insane.
Please forgive me for the limping,
for the wheelchair and neck-brace,
for the constant need for wincing
and the scars upon your face.
It was never my intention
to sledgehammer thus your knee.
Please believe me when I mention
that I feel great empathy
for the agonies you suffer
stemming from my clumsiness.
Let me be your private chauffeur.
I will drive with great finesse. :)
Please consider this before insisting that a poet use your preferred punctuation.
Also, reading some EE Cummings might help.