Been a while since I’ve written something that could be construed as poetry.
As with most of the things I churn out this was rushed through. Audio decided to stop working and so I thought I’d crap on about it, so this is far shallower than it seems.
Maybe it’s exactly as shallow as it seems.
I hope you enjoy.
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Sound is what I want to hear
And it is all around me
But from the source I desire
Not a peep rings out
I try to find the issue
And remove it from this place
Though try as I might
It eludes me
So I try to continue on
And work in the quiet
Though surrounded by sound
I do not desire
Stupidity Hole 