Bad Poetry: Noise

This piece of Bad Poetry was produced by thinking about three things at one time: (1) the Poets & Storytellers United prompt, and (2) "The Noble Stinky Sestina" by Roland Caton, Scop Shop, 1984, and (3) the primary topic of noise in the news these days.

Let's consider the prospect of mind-numbing noise

coming out of the "data centers" the rich boys

would like to inflict on us all. It annoys

those who like to think, or want to sleep, that these joys

may be sacrificed merely to power the toys

that they don't even play with. The marketing ploys 

engender resistance. "We CAN'T stop it?" Ploys

that serve their causes worse than unbroken white noise

are the efforts the rich make to market these toys.

If the rich boys can't stop it, we can, you rich boys!

What made you think that we'd give up all the joys

of quietness, coolness, and green? It annoys

us to be told we can't just say no. It annoys

us to be told we can't think, write, count, vote. Such ploys

are what cost Silicon Valley's party the joys

of Election Day. And will again. Useless noise

and the idea that we'll pay for what the rich boys

want to peddle, when we still have plenty of toys

of our own, if we want to waste time with mere toys.

Microsoft's marketing itself with what annoys

those who've not bought the latest junk that the rich boys

try to sell us. "Pay more for MORE wait time"? Such ploys

only could be conceived in a brain full of noise,

a mind that has never known quietness' joys.

People need space. Need sunlight. Need starlight. The joys

of the natural world aren't replaced by the toys

that spin, pop, beep, flash, and break down. All the noise

that the flatphones can offer still merely annoys

those who see right through silly and insolent ploys

that occur to the minds of the lazy rich boys.

They believe they are gods. They forget they are boys.

I look at them and picture them pleading for joys

they get by giving up, taking breaks. Frantic ploys

to extend every buzz are what inspire their toys.

They'd live longer by calming down. So it annoys

those who live longer to hear their furious noise.

I reject all the ploys that the stupid rich boys

make to market their noise while destroying our joys.

I reject all their toys. Don't care how that annoys!

Have you mailed any flatphones in your home back to the store, yet, Gentle Readers?