useless group project

In a world of clamor, where echoes persist, Noises surround, can't escape, can't resist. A group project dance, frustrations arise, A symphony of chaos, loud in our eyes. "Quit bothering me," the plea in the air, Frustration unveiled, a burden to bear. In this cacophony, rebellion may play, "I'll disobey gladly," the words seem to say. Sorry, not sorry, for stirring the pot, Enjoying the moments, the tension is sought. Shitty tasks assigned, a smirk in the air, A quiet protest, a silent affair. Voices ringing loudly, ears start to ache, A clamor-filled symphony, a choice to make. Headphones on, music cranked to the max, A personal refuge from the project's attacks. To drown out the noise, a melody's embrace, In the realm of tunes, finding solace and grace. The discord of collaboration fades away, In the rhythm and beats, a momentary sway.