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.
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