This poem was the result...
Can’t find my comb
Can’t find my sense
Somehow it got lost in the pile of notes
All is confusion
All is lost in the clamour
Noisy neighbors screaming through the walls
Demanding attention
Demanding things I don’t want to give them
A crass soundtrack holding me captive
Are they trying to make a cheap radio show of their reality?
Broadcasting to anyone who can’t get away?
Or are they too wrapped up in that reality to notice or care
They’re disturbing mine, disturbing anyone’s in range
A shockwave of sound disturbing patterns of thought
Disrupting any attempts at organizing my environment
A mess dropped in my attempts to cleanse it
Deliberate or not it’s jarringly rude
Just another example of rudeness in an increasingly rude world
Where common courtesy fades into one more myth.
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