That Buzzing - Poem by Greg Michael
There it is that buzzing,
Its all up inside my head,
I'll constantly hear that buzzing,
Until this thing is dead,
I tried to take aim with my swatter,
Tried to catch it in a jar,
Tried to crush it with my jotter,
And run over it with my car.
Its been here for three months now,
It's really driving me round the bend,
They say that I've gone mad you know,
Something their tablets cannot mend.
He helps me in my jacket,
His name is nurse and he's my mate,
Padded walls to stop the racket,
Hospital food upon the plate.
They say when the buzzing goes,
I can go back to my house,
'I'll go now I propose'
'The buzzing is as quiet as a mouse! '
Its here and just won't go away,
I've been to hell and back,
I really, don't want to stay,
So I'll say its gone and start to pack...
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