Beneath my window
some workmen are blaring
bad 80s rock and, worse,
singing along.
How come
I never seem to have a gun
when I could use one.
This will go on
for mindless hours.
The day's silence but a memory;
It's time for me to flee.
~mce
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
Beneath my window
some workmen are blaring
bad 80s rock and, worse,
singing along.
How come
I never seem to have a gun
when I could use one.
This will go on
for mindless hours.
The day's silence but a memory;
It's time for me to flee.
~mce
Sorry, I hate noise in the morning.
