Shut The Fuck Up
Someone always has something to say
when not staring at their phone.
Whining, yelling, screaming, or whispering low—
it feels like getting slapped repeatedly in the face.
To say one loathes the sound
of the human voice might overstate the case—
like saying the hammer that strikes your skull will surely crack it.
Maybe it won’t.
Someone blathers about the Second Coming.
Someone blurts the homeless should be hung.
Someone screeches that the Earth is flat.
Someone thinks that crocodilians rule us.
Sticking fingers in the earholes doesn’t help.
Wax plugs might work, or noise reducing headphones.
Or yelling louder than everyone else
and drowning out the voices with your own.
But this would be surrender.
This would be a contribution to the din
not an answer to it, or its refutation.
Better to be quiet then and quietly go mad.
Horror Sleaze Trash 