WHITE NOISE

Surrounded again by noise,pervasive humdrum,

But this time I laugh at myself, in your face you miserable bum.

 

You asked for it, and you left all for this noise,

Pushed yourself,fought about, blindly, followed that voice.

 

A mirage again??? Oh, you got to be kidding,

This it the max I can take, and the clock ticking.

 

Longer the voice eludes me,the longer I suffer,

No surprises , I am running out of my sanity buffer.

 

Again!!!Again??? The voice shouts,"Moron, don't run",

Disturb that dominos of negatives, go have some fun.

 

Mocks me again, in the same tone,

Oh you cripple, with a snapped fun bone.

 

Come out, reach across,okay,don't shout,just let out a squeal,

Stop being such a wuss, let it out,show a little zeal.