—We all have our favourites,
Why is the ceiling creaking,
So bl***y annoying?
Because it sounds like the crunching of baby’s skulls,
Elephants trampling all over them,
Making me cringe,
It sounds like,
—You know when those folk trample grapes,
To make wine?
Sounds like doing that but whilst wearing boots,
And trampling spiders,
And assorted insects, packed tightly in,
But slowly, creepingly;
It sounds like something grotesque,
A sound that,
You really weren’t supposed to hear…