Pollution, sounds drone on and on,
perhaps it'd be best said off and off.
More off the target with each passing minute.
Stronger though the resolve be,
the lack of clarity angered
Deep voice yielded a boom.
On and on.
Pens pause, heads rise, eyes squint.
Nothing
Curtains no one thought to draw
flap away, light searing.
Defeated, pencils are picked,
to write this painful story
as the voice, No, the sound goes,
On and on