Rat-A-Tat-Tat
When a jackhammer’s outside your door
It’s a sound that you cannot ignore.
You can’t focus or think
And your brain’s on the brink
Of a meltdown, like never before.
For the rat-a-tat-rat-a-tat noise
Is a sound that not merely annoys.
It gets under your skin
‘Til it seems like it’s been
Always there, as your mind it destroys.
Now a city existence has quirks
And though quiet’s not one of its perks,
There are limits to what
We can take, but it’s not
Constant rat-a-tat-tatting that irks!
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