Ever wondered how much noise you create?
Ever thought about each little sound you make?
I did today, and it's quite surprising,
I am a noise polluter, there's no disguising.
Though I sit silent, the tap, tap, tap on the keyboard echoes around the room.
Ideas flying through my mind with a zip and a zoom.
I hear every clang, clank and clatter,
As my brain clicks up a gear and the voices start to chatter.
'Shush, hush,' I tell them. 'I can't focus, can't think.'
My head is banging all the time, Christ I need a drink.
The vodka hits the glass with a sharp little splash,
The crackles can be heard as ice and liquid start to clash.
Coke next, and my drink hisses and fizzes,
I sip, it pings off my tastebuds, up to my brain it whizzes.
I can focus again, colour flashes through my cheeks.
I hear the thump, thump, thump in my chest as my heart loudly beats.
Concentrate on this for a ticking minute, feel every breath you share.
Can you hear every pant, puff, whoosh, every gust of air?
'Phew,' I sigh. At least I know for sure I'm still alive.
But the wham and bam of doubt and realization are the next to arrive.
I contemplate whether this is actually good or bad,
For if I spend hours listening to the flutter of an eyelid, surely life must be sad?
I hear the voices arguing in my head as my mind starts to crack.
The droning murmurs send shivers and quivers rattling down my back.
I grunt and mumble to myself, take another drink before my head pops.
Then I shout, 'keep the f**king noise down... or I'm calling the damn cops.'
