The car wash blower started
He sat straight up in bed
Glanced at his alarm clock
Two A.M.; shook his head
“Who washes their car now
In the middle of the night?”
“Don’t they know I’m sleeping?”
He started to get uptight
Down the stairs, he staggered
Intending to go confront them
Thinking about it, he stopped
From going to cause mayhem
He knew it wasn’t their fault
That he lived here
Buying the house, his mistake
He had rued it for years
Back up to bed, he went
Stuffed cotton in his ears
Turned the white noise on
Suffered through it with tears
Sell the house, he tried
No one could stand the noise
So now he is out of luck
Listening to noise that annoys
June 14, 2022