You can’t pick your neighbors.
Will it ever end.
The the sounds that,
you send,
Through the walls.
At an ungodly hour,
Will it ever end.
It’s sending all of us,
round the bend.
It comes not just,
at weekends,
in fact it’s non stop.
I am sure you’re,
not there.
How can you stay,
inside there.
I can feel my temper flair,
from the constant sounds that,
come from in their.
I can’t sleep and,
worst of all my,
children get no,
rest at all.
They are falling,
asleep at school.
The teacher told me,
this is not the way,
it should be.
I think,
they think,
I am doing it deliberately.
When it’s you who is breaking,
all the neighbourhood rules.
Why do you have to this,
to us.
I give you’re door bell a buzz.
You can’t hear it with all that,
noise.
I need to bring in the big boys.
Yes that’s what I will do,
I am going to put a stop to you.
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