I'm on edge, distracted, and dinking
around.
It's time to put on my thinking-sound,
My hi-fi, one-size-fits-all solution
To the rest of the world's worst sorts
of noise pollution:
Traffic, sirens, construction, the
marital strife,
The worst sorts of reminders of
urbanized life,
and the in-laws and bosses, who tend to
insist.
Music builds me a world where those
things don't exist,
But as I get older, my needs become
loud –
Sonic fences built high keep the
unwelcome out.
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