Within My Quasi Immediate Environs

An unexpected burst of energy
helped fashion a second poem he
ving up from deep within the key
per of Matthew Scott's ideas - nee

i.e. unexpectedly manifesting que
cull lee coalescing, buta not three
endeavors crafted since quota we
kind to exhaust passion before zee...

land revisited, when
a call for shot eye
guarantees, a dearth of ideas
will no longer fly

with plentitude, whereby
exertion from this guy
will necessitate to type
briskly before hie....

ah...whew...just when
I felt at a loss what to write...
bitta bing bitta bang
(optional chitty at no extra cost),

lo and behold ear splitting,
appalling sounds did in vite
until dusk hands clapped
over each ear tight

to muffle noise pollution spite
fully generated by
rambunctious youths,
who know no right

that gunning engines quite
obnoxious, and that conviction
edited (by me) tubby polite
buffer this chap hunkers
down for the night.

the following constitutes the e-man
soup pay wanton declaration
emphatically, independently,
and obnoxiously

transmitted thru ether
these loathsome roar of dirt bikes
punctuates the formerly quiet air
where local high school

teenage mutant ninja
male turtles blare
(an educated presumption)
at top notch threshold decibel

definitely inducing deafness,
which will soon be clear
to those motorheads
flooring accelerator scaring deer

and other sparse wildlife,
whose engines I hear
miles away, cuz this bard arse
got extreme (ear river rent)

hyper sensitivity to sound
perhaps linkedin
tummy predisposition,
could allow ma

self to expound,
whereby scrawling how painful
eye experience,
where 21st century

urban jungle doth abound
to exacerbate anxiety and panic,
aye noticed round
about puberty, and plugged up ears

to dull the nerve wrack
king Breitbart cacophony
even family pet
dogs (part Border

Collie and Hell Hound)
barked with shrill torturous yap,
which reverberation did
assault and pound

delicate constituent
audiological organ of mine
impossible to avoid unwillingly
being part of loud culture club

emanations impossible to dub,
thus helplessly bombarded, exposed,
and subjected to discordant
damaging noise found

me to flub
attendant tasks, especially grub
bing to earn chump change
to avoid mingling at social hub

rather remain hermetically
sealed, where nub
body cant see me, hence
that concludes thine literary rub.