Worn and Torn

Outspoken annoyance

overwhelms me

as I listen to the

whispers of the

sounds that come out

of the mouths of

the flesh and blood.

The petty words

that touch ears

go buzz buzz.

Ouch.

Hands reach

for the sides

but the sounds

echo,

echo,

echo.

"I've tried to warn you"

says a man who knows.

"Warn you about the

inconsiderable humans

of this world."

Of course,

I did not listen.

Now look at me.

Oh, people. Com'on.