But Don’t They Care?

But don’t they care about the noise they add?
To broadcast music in the local air
while building next to me? It makes me sad,
but don’t they care?

I heard it from within my napping chair,
and I’ll admit I felt a little mad.
I sent a gentle text about the blare.

The neighbor’s fast responding made me glad.
The music died and peace reigned everywhere
until the drilling started. Not as bad,
but don’t they care?

(Roundel)

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