A married man's secret

Blah, blah-blah, blah...
blah-blah... bla-blum, blum...
Words spoken rapidly... uninterrupted,
bouncing back my ear drums...

To her, they seem important,
but this mind just drifts and hums...
To avoid listening to them,
and the matters up they sum...

Asking amusing queries,
like,
      "Should I let them down
        or tie them in a bun???"
      "Why don't you talk to me honey???
        Before, you talked a ton...."

      "Does this dress suit me well
        or makes look bigger my bum???"
      "I need a diamond ring baby....
        why don't you surprise me with one???"

Now who's to answer what to these,
Questions: Lethal weapons....
If, by mistake I reply wrong,
my life will certainly be done....

So unknowingly my body,
created device divine: overnight it just sprung,
Little valves; in the depths of my ears they grew,
to which all the blahs....blah-blahs,
just bounce back, when bumped...