Noise.

As I lay here,

I think.

Mute.

Life needs, a mute button.

For those,

Rallying cries of agony.

As the crowds gather,

For sunday mAss.

Those,

screeches of pain.

As the drones

March on by,

singlefile.

With nothing but

Empty debt, $$$

And their, ninetofive,

Mentality.

Those,

Childish howls.

Of innocent bliss.

As red 

Suits

Are burnt.

And white beards 

Put away.

Cries of desperation,

As,

Trucks crashing,

Over imperfections in,

asphalt,

asphalt,

being.

Created. Organized.

Molded.

Mute.

Life needs a mute button.

For all this,

Fucking

Noise.