I’m the fly on the wall on third floor
while observing the most profitable street in town
monthly salaries drowned every day of the month
with loud singing out of tune and unsteady gaits
amazed by the predictability of intoxication
a flash of blue and orderly uniforms
tough jobs for the guardians of sobriety
Sophistication subsides, defamation arises
bottles and a ffairs shatters simultaneously
swept away and forgotten the following morning
Uninvited invasion of privacy
by four decades of functional music
through windows flies audible bacteria
the cacophonic plague’s infecting sleep
hours’ eradicated in time with the beat of the drum
