Wednesday, December 12, 2007

And now, a very carefully constructed poem...

Ode to our Upstairs Neighbors

You play beginner sax all night- notes loud and long and flat.
Your screaming sexcapades wake Mike, Me, Andrew and the cat.
Sure, I'm a fan of sex and art, but this really is abuse.
There must be some way to silence you and your partner/Muse.


Other, more violent lines considered for the ending:
And if you do not cut it out, we'll shoot your partner/Muse.
Keep it up- we may snap and kill you and partner/Muse.

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