Funny

Ain't it funny how
Sounds
Otherwise unnoticed 
Dominate the audioscape when you're sitting
Silent,
Away from all the bars, the lights, the beer
The distraction and preoccupations 
Human makes for itself?


You've gotta make a hell of a racket to stop 'em looking at the telly
The ambulance, painfully loud from this distance, is just enough to cut through, over there.


We must be the loudest of all animals.


Ain't it funny how
The ones who know the least, make the most noise about it?
It's Tea time, America,
But only because they got
Defiance
From the history, without purpose.
Who needs to understand motivation,
When you could just be angry
And be the
Loudest.


Ain't it funny how
Easy it is to laugh at calamity
As it's bearing down on you?
What's "funny" about the Loud Ones today
is that they're neither humorous, nor strange
but rather, sad, or
Terrifying.


Ain't it funny how
Much like preoccupations of sound
We develop preoccupations of reality?
Just like people can't handle silence
and miss all that silence can tell them,
So too
People who live their lives vicariously
Through television, pass over so much more.


Yeah, ain't it funnier still
How people who don't live in the real world
Still have a real affect on it?
How their self-inflicted ignorance crawls into the public sphere.
How they elect people like themselves,
Who call the Republic a democracy
And treat it as such?


You see, what's not funny, not at all,
Is
How even the best creations of the best of humanity
can be twisted
violated
mutated
And become what they were meant to end.