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Click hereoh no you don't
at 3 in the fucking morning
blare Born In The USA
at tinnitus rates
through concrete and paint
and into my tranquil
in dire need of NyQuil
tossing and burning
insomnia bed
just
oh just
when I thought
the enticing sandman
would blow my lids
to peace
you flip a disc
and Enter Sandman
blows my liability
to pieces
I could pick up a bat
and in full PJ battle uniform
march over to demand
a reduction
of volume
or your half deaf
intoxicated head
but for my Gandhi ass
another course
will have to do
to Teen Spirit tones
I slug myself to sleep
with pre noon plans
of sweet revenge
to get those paintings
hammered into place
just a thin wall away
from your horribly
haunting, hopefully hurting
hangover
I'm going to be singing 'Enter Sandman' all day now LOL
Playing air guitar... Great stuff hon ;-)
Frustration felt. I empathize and sympathize as I have one of those jackasses living across from me.
Thanks?I much enjoyed this.
I believe snap 2 snapped me better than snap 1. Honestly, I need to read them both again, but I enjoyed this one more.
I just get my desktop cleaned after reading Catbabe's suburbia, and now this!
Thanks for the laugh, Liar!
perfect description
I have used prenoon lawn mowings in this way but since I have kids, that is punishment enough -- too much of course, but what is important is to say, this was a great write