The People Of The Vent

The people of the vent Are rude and never clear, Their voices mask confusion Although the coast looks clear. The people of the vent Talk over one another, Imposing louder voices Over things like generators. Their audiences are laughing, And their machines are roaring; If I listened all night long, I'd be insane by morning. But thankfully most nights, I fall asleep by three- And never hear the vent people Still talking then at me. Now though people of the vent, I'm hearing very plain, I have to make this clear: They live INSIDE my brain.