Sick
Neighborhood roosters
Sing their merriment
Same song everyday
It’s making me sick
It’s never ending
Their clucking grows
As more hear their jolly
It’s making me sick
Their folly is not funny
They create their own mess
Behind our back
It’s making me sick
Their views spread deep
It can’t be changed
Such selfish desires
It’s making me sick
Around it all day
That’s all I hear
It drowns out your glow
I’m just so sick
Copyright © Byron Kaya | Year Posted 2019
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