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I Play my Music Loud.

Volume 20: I cant hear it.
Others seem to shy; they fear it.
Turn it up, as loud as it goes,
The vibrations of the speakers show.

Rock concerts have it right,
Playing loud into the night.
The music echos to your soul,
Its 30 degrees but you dont feel the cold.

Late at night you lay in bed,
Lyrics pulsate through your head.
Up the stairs come mom and dad,
Exclaiming angrily, theyve about had.

"Turn it down!" They manage to yell,
As if your room's a living hell.
"Are you deaf?!" they shout at you,
I play my music loud. How 'bout you?
Poem by blooming_flower