Hey, it's this man and his dark scowl
respectfully suggesting you cease impressions of dog howls.
You already got 3 kids living within this compound,
so... please stop before the law arrives for a corpse count.
See, I was sitting down to read biographies of George Blake
when you decided bass is only good if all the walls shake;
Then I heard a sound, the kind I thought that only storms made.
So could you turn it down, please. If not for mine, then Thor's sake.
"Sure, mate."
Followed by the hollowest apologies
and puppy eyes that summarized intentions of the contrary.
I'd vent less if attempts weren't mirroring monotony
and based on false assumptions of an audio monopoly.
To be rid of such cacophony, I sought another plan,
and immediately thought of a conglomerate of man;
But the further I traversed seeking support against her actions,
all I found was a proportional increase of satisfaction.
(To be expanded at a later date)
Last edited by Venomonology; 09-28-2012 at 05:06 AM.