Noise in the city

We were talking about noise in city
Of motor cars with sound of horns

Buzzing about like halos of insects
On nights of rain, on road to riches.

Riches are high decibel ,your road
Leading nowhere, gold and jewels

Kept in a built-in cupboard waiting
For cat burglars to make wall holes.

If the holes are made in oval-shape
They do not look prevailing moons.

Men make holes oval ears of caves
With secret formula for the opening.

Some store wealth in a foreign vault
Where they do not make wall holes.

But at midnight you do hear noises
On wall street,from tents of occupy.

The noise is drowned out by barons
On flying machines in an empty sky.