A lot of people like to slam doors and just be loud in general here, and the idea of the "thunder of idiots" came into my head, and I expanded upon it.
The thunder of idiots pierces my room,
For courtesy evades them,
Other than a carnal sort.
Oh what is it that drives the fools,
To surpass ration,
For the sake of delirium?
In the idiot tribe
The braggadocio is king;
To have the least sleep,
The shortest memory,
And the compassion of fire ants,
Passes to them, a throne,
Where they may sleep,
As the peasants don their crowns.
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