Jackhammer

If you could hear what I do

You would surely have your fill

For I’ve spent the past few hours

Being blasted by a drill.

 

They’re tearing up the street outside

And that incessant noise

Does much more than just annoy –

Your concentration it destroys.

 

I cannot hear my music

And believe I’m on the brink

Of relinquishing the brain cells

That I need to stop and think.

 

There are sounds that are acceptable

But others make you crack

Like the jackhammer outside

Which feels akin to an attack!