Revenge is sweet. Here’s a cautionary tale
Of what I’ll do if you make late night noise.
At 5.15 the Chinese girls and boys
Began to bang and crash, cry, shout and wail.
They shifted stuff, banged windows, argued loud
And long, till 6 or 7 came and went.
When all their energy was fully spent,
They huddled from the daylight in their shroud.
Their comfy little bed is just two feet
From my sub-woofer, through the thinnest wall.
After they’d had an hour or two, it all
Kicked off. Jaco’s bass thumping, jazz-funk beat
Backed up with my guitar, and also Tull’s,
And Rainbow, Love, Joy D and more sure shook their skulls.
Sat 30 Dec 2006
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