Back in the day, people would quietly chat by the fire,
Or maybe silently read and learn, like a monastic friar,
Of tranquility's beauteous bliss we would never tire.
ButNowThereIsNoiseNoiseNoiseBombardingOurEars,
HonkingHornsScreamingSirensAndSnaggletoothedJeers,
TalkingHeadsBoisterouslyBabbleAndTrebleOurFearsAnd