Thursday, 28 July 2016

Distracted (extended)

White noise
And all that chatter
It is good for the soul
But with writing it matters

Be silent, be still,
I mean you no ill-will
I think and I think
I can forget in a blink.

I sink
It stinks
My eyes tell my mood
And I won’t want to be rude

But fuck you!
If you continue to exude
I need quiet!
Shhh! Dude!

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