"Hallway Verse" by "Some Guy"

I always thought it was weird how lots of talk could seem quiet
You get lost in it and fall asleep to it
A solid wall of sound that doesn't really sound much like anything
Just . . . sound

I myself am just sitting on the floor
I'm trying to think while the endless noise makes me want to sleep
I'm just staring at my blank sheet of paper
I wonder what will turn up

It's weird how the wall sits so far away
Even though the tongues to the voices are to near
But these walls are built well away from me
The silence is deafening

Where is all this wind coming from?
We're inside; we shouldn't be cold
Yet my pages keep turning automatically
I don't need my paper to fold

It's freezing, some say, and it makes sense
I'm wearing leather, so it doesn't bother me
But still, the open door to the hallway
keeps turning my pages, and I can't see

The posters on the wall are flapping like madmen
If they could, where would the wind make them go?
Well, if my luck keeps steady (and it will)
they will surely hit me in the blow

Agh! Sunuvabitch!
I got a papercut from the curled sheet
These annoyances are getting annoying
It's funny how a cold wind can bring heat

And the air just keeps lifting my paper
I bet this is how people go insane
Someone PLEASE close that damn door
and glue it, bolt it, and bind it in chain.

Even if I could stop the damn wind
the troubles would surely not end there
There's still lots of wind from the idiots down the hall
Their echoing air would still cause me despair

Move your butt,
move your bag too,
keep moving, keep moving,
ah, now you're in her way too,
move a bit more now,
alright thanks bye.

. . . . . You're welcome?

"Tuesday Gossip"

Tuesdays are really noisy
I'm usually at jazz on Tuesday
Jazz is over, though
Now I'm stuck listening to . . .
. . to that blasted corner
I get to find out who's a bitch
or who looks just so cute
walking to school.
Heck, that was a teacher too!
And hey, don't think that I'm eavesdropping
If privacy were that important
they wouldn't have spoken so loud.

You know the rabbit in Bambi, when he says,
"If you have nothing good to say, don't say anything at all"?
Yeah, I don't think this guy's ever seen that movie.
Every single thing exiting his mouth has been excrement.
Pure and utter verbal defecation.
Some of my best friends are apparently bitches.
I never knew working hard for scholarships was bad.
Funny how people can complain when they can't be happy for others.
But, I don't think any of us really take it personally;
the feeling's mutual, big boy.