Day 3 of NaPoWriMo and here is poem number 3 – part rant, part poem & hastily pulled together between day job, visit to the hairdresser and daily commute.
Turn it down
The world is full
of people so loud
you wouldn’t believe
how they invade my space
with their hundred decibel
voices like foghorns
blast my face
with private conversations
I don’t need to hear
pollute my ears
with their yackety yack
If only they would
turn it down
back off the mic
be quiet
shush
silencio
SHUT THE FUCK UP
