Murderous thoughts and a Biker Dude

Dear World

I think that I have watched too many movies

For it seems that I too,

have become inured to the notion of death

There is a dude outside my window

My loud annoying neighbor to the right

He revs his bike for 10 minutes every early morning

nights and afternoons, jolting everyone,

including wailing infants, from their much needed slumber

Then he goes jetting off (even louder) rather noisily to his wherever

Now today, to make matters worse

The neighbor on my left bought himself a very deafening

motor-powered even more horrendous noisy something

He uses it to power-trim the tiny, pertinacious, persistent and

rather willfully stubborn and annoying grass which grows

between the cracks of the tiles in front of his garage

I mean, who does that...use you hands dude

or a weed-whacker or something quieter

For neither drought, the freeze of winter or the many tricks of men

Can prevent those buggers from forever regrowing with might and grit.

Becoming extremely more annoyed as day turns into another day...and I am sitting here thoughtfully

trying my best to the composin' of frivolous poetry and whimsical fancies

my concentration now has no choice, but to focus on the furor and din.

Mind you...bikes are cool---I don't mind hopping onto one and cruise the hills and countryside---Far away from my neighbors!!!

But friends, folks-people...keep the noise down in the quiet of the neighborhood

So now, please---I am sure you will understand my chagrin

when I utter quite vexedly:

"Will someone please go kill that very annoying dude". I meant it too

For he had started this commotion beginning the evening prior

And unforgivingly picked it right back up this morning.

Now, tell me you don't sympathize with my frame of thought

Although I was only talking to myself

I did hear an amused giggle, a teenager had been passing by

I thought that no one had been within earshot to hear my request

Realizing my 'setting of a bad example', now...

Now I am in the mood to rip out all the bloody video games

with which the young kids entertain themselves in various modes of murdering rampage, sitting glued to their screens

I should throw them in the fire, just to shield the young from violence

We are what we are teaching ourselves and our children to become

So concerned have I become, that the thought of raining death upon my

hardworking, if misguided (well within his rights) neighbor

Left me unphased and quite willing to knock him flat

just so I could have a quiet day off---In my defense

It is a holiday after all.

BTW. The 16 y/o found my outburst quite entertaining.

They laugh in the face of violence.

Alas! What have we done to the young.

Signed...

Maybe I shouldn't say. Just in case.