Frustration

Nothing about it is right:
tempo or song;
the loudspeaker’s out of kilter.

Is it possible to get us some light? 

Even timing’s wrong.

Sound, it seems, is in-need-of a filter.
Electric cords too long 
or, otherwise, not long enough.

Perhaps we should just give up, 
find a closet, hide; 
or, finally, 
make fun of ourselves, 

try some silly clowning. 

Then, if not too tired or wired, 
night almost gone: 
take a break, make coffee, 
walk around 
and, with light, push on.