More mediocre poetry

I found another poem from a slow work day. I don't remember the exact context, but it probably has something to do with a "know-it-all" that I was tired of dealing with at work. We all have them, don't we? Someone who we try to avoid because if we actually said outloud what we were thinking about them, even accidentally, it would turn into a huge problem. No? Just me? Oh well then...
Here is the poem:
You don’t understand
You don’t understand because you don’t listen.
You talk a lot
You have little to say.
Think before you speak.
Speak softly and carry a big staple gun.
Use the gun to put the Christmas lights up on the walls.
Forget what I said.
You weren’t listening anyway.
Do you understand?
-- Matt, February 2002