its impossible to think when enclosed in a small ofice with 7 voices loudly talking about sports and other such unimportance nonsense and no work and i am left with noise pollution filling my head with uninspiring thought crushing me with the inability to create great work this friday morning when enclosed in a small office with 7 voices loudly talking
I think your experience is universal. Try a modern high school class. Sometimes you're not even sure who's the teacher! I like the rounding of the poem here. It mimics how hopeless such situations can be.
Thanks for the comments. Reading this poem really makes me remember the headache i had the day i wrote it. Its frustrating when that happens..
