Sounds of Violence

Hello carpet my old friend She knocked me down on you again Because in the house I was softly creeping I woke her up while she was sleeping And the splinters that were planted in my brain Still remain Within the sounds of violence In restless dreams she was alone My drinking she would not condone ‘Neath the stairway she knocked me flat Busted my head with a baseball bat When my eyes went dark and my hearing became dull She split my skull And touched the sounds of violence And with my bleeding head I saw What was meant by shock and awe And I wondered what she was thinking She was screaming about my drinking People writing poems that no one ever shared I was so damn scared Of her Sounds of violence Fools said I you do not know When I fell I broke my toe Hear my words that I might get first aid In the bar is where I should have stayed But my beer, like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the walls of violence That is when I bowed and prayed That I could go back to second grade And then she flashed out her warning I felt a concussion forming And she told me that the words of the warning will be written on the kitchen walls Not in the halls And whispered in the sounds of violence. Parody of Simon and Garfunkels Sounds of Silence.