Oh, neighbors across the way,
Your noise levels leave me gray,
The bass bumps and booms,
It rattles my windows, it looms.
Did no one ever teach you imbeciles
The value of peace?!
Quiet moments, oh so rare,
Are drowned out by your music fair.
I long for silence, oh so still,
But your noise pollution, it fills,
My days with discontent,
My nights with sleeplessness, I'm spent.
Oh, for a moment of reprieve,
From the din that never ceases to leave,
I implore you idiots
To keep the noise to a minimum.
For peace and quiet, oh so sweet,
Are a treasure that can't be beat.
And I, for one, you morons
Do long for a quieter end.
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Diary of a Poet
PoetryPoems about random things I find fascinating. And a more articulated way of getting things off my chest.
