No Peace
Incessant wailing and slamming doors,
Horrid trudging on the floors,
You think this phases me in the least?
No more, for I get no peace.
Messing about with jangling locks
Proceeded by rapid knocks,
Though the noises usually do quiesce
Quiet can’t contain this beast.
Still, no matter what I say
Not all noise will rue the day,
For when the melody fails to cease
I do not feel any need for peace.
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