The sounds around me are mellow.
Muzak mellow.

Just mellow enough to be annoying.
The kind of muzak think that
as a calmer, more rational person,
I would think I have outgrown being concerned with.

I should be over this being something that would stick in my craw,
When I was a younger
more anxious soul
when my leg would shake
and I could never let a moment’s silence be
this kind of music would not stand.

I would like to think I would be over such piddling concerns now
but still today
this music will not stand
and I feel I must search out this playlist
and destroy it

and destroy the person who came up with it
and destroy the company that invented playlists
so I’m sorry, Pachet and Roy, but you guys are going down.

I think I hear piccolo.

Goddamn, piccolo.