Minstrels

It’s too loud to act upon inspiration.
 
Silence cannot be gained when humans are awake.
 
Useless talking and a response of irritation.
Talking commences and whining ensues.
 
Just shut up already.  You have no point.
 
Why are you still making noise.
 
Go to sleep and stop hanging around me,
creating bothersome sound and pushing me around.
 
Silence falls when humans sleep,
the world comes back to life while minstrels weep.
 
 
 
 

You can probably tell I’m not in the best mood.  If you can’t, just know that whenever I write poetry and such, I’m probably not in the best of moods.  Not necessarily angry or depressed.  Just not positive.