Selfish Din

My tree shades your grass
your yelling wakes up
my dog’s territoriality
barking ensues making
selfish din.

Teachers not required
to train leaving the passengers
crossing their little fingers
hoping to get more than
selfish din.

Everyone knows you know
what is well known and read
in black and white blowing
down the street in the newsprint
of selfish din.

My father said many times
to me and my brothers
do not commit that crime
of smothering others in your
selfish din.

No marriage of course
without painted-on esteem
disturbance’s faces all
vanish in moonbeam and
selfish din.

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