We'll be right back

Oh my word, why are you so loud?

I can hear you over a screaming crowd.

My ears are bleeding, my nerves are shot,

Subtle you are really NOT!

The evening was peaceful, the mood was chill,

Until your obnoxious volume screeched like a drill.

Now adrenaline is pumping, I feel a bit strung out,

All for something I don't even care about.

This is on discount, buy that today,

Hurry, hurry before the deals go away!

The more you profess to tell me the things that I need,

The more I will never buy them–I would rather bleed.

And don't get me started on medicinal ads,

If doctors prescribe it, why list all the bad?

I don't need to know it can give constipation,

Your long list of side effects only makes me change the station.

Your sale is extended, buy-one-get-one new suits?

I'm grabbing the remote and hitting the mute.

So maybe change your flawed method and try to be calm,

Or the only thing you'll get from me is the freaking f-bomb.

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Written in response to constantly being bombarded by commercials that are noticeably much louder than the program I'm watching. I understand they are trying to get people's attention but all they do is get on my nerves. The jarring volume change is not necessary. Rant over, lol.