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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