Wednesday, April 18, 2012

What’s that noise?

There’s a clamor and
a din around me
of grumbling and
annoyed co-workers
all drowning in
the red tape
bull pucky
nonsense of

There’s an angry
jabbing of fingers
at keyboards to
document the madness
forced down the
throats of rational
men and women.

There’s a constant
hum of discontent
beating in the hearts
of those around me
and I’m fully invested
in that choir. Raising
my voice to sing along.

Insanity has a
rhythm you can
dance like a manic
to, on the disco floor
of immediate
gratification and
lost patience.

It’s very noisy in
here and I don’t
like it. 

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