Rat-a-tat-tat

When a jackhammer’s outside your door

It’s a sound that you cannot ignore.

You can’t focus or think

And your brain’s on the brink

Of a meltdown, like never before.

 

For the rat-a-tat-rat-a-tat noise

Is a sound that not merely annoys.

It gets under your skin

‘Til it seems like it’s been

Always there, as your mind it destroys.

 

Now a city existence has quirks

And though quiet’s not one of its perks,

There are limits to what

We can take, but it’s not

Constant rat-a-tat-tatting that irks!