dear wood on terracotta,
i know you're not to blame
it isn't like you gotta
but i appreciate it all the same
i sleep during the day
because i go to work at night
and there's no other way to say
that this has been a blight
when you make that music at two
and then once again at four
the only reasonable thing to do
is lie writhing on the floor
it shakes me from my dream
and i break out in a sweat
stifling back a saddened scream
as i add on to my sleep debt
so i beg of you to help me to,
and put in a little labor,
silence your seating before i do
love, your downstairs neighbor.
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