Don't make me nauseous
with your raucous commotion
Filled with your rowdy
and uproarious emotions
Take your loudmouth,
ear-splitting noise and screaming
Far from the sanctuary
in which I lay dreaming
Not for one minute
can I care to understand
All your ruckus and racket
that is quite out of hand!
Just for one moment
of blissful quiet and rest
I'll make myself even
worse of a pest
Instead of your normal neighbor
so calm and aloof
I'll break out my own scene
and raise this roof
Your little party
of chattering and such
Will have nothing on the circus
I'm about to whip up
My friends are a mob
of tumultuous renown
Who I'll soon call
to tear this place down
Your little hubbub
will pale to compare
Against the riotous disorder
about to fill the air
Yet now it looks as though
you've envisioned what I planned
For your little disturbance
seems it may disband
All the better for you
that you chose to back down
Let that be a lesson
that I don't play around
I'm ready at any minute
to defend my peaceful repose
And that is the truth
that everyone knows
I truly treasure
a long, restful reading season
But they don't call me a fuss bucket
for just any reason
(August 2nd, 2017)
YOU ARE READING
Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
