Last night I couldn’t get to sleep at all,
But in the end I got maybe three hours.
Same the night before. Both my floor and wall
Are to blame. I hear neighbours taking showers,
Flicking switches, the lot. The Turk below
Me has the loudest voice I’ve ever heard.
He comes home when my head hits the pillow,
And makes his noise until the song of birds
Begins at dawn, whatever day it is.
I slump at work, and just can’t do my best.
A good long sleep tonight would be pure bliss,
And three months’ training won’t have gone to waste
If I’m not tired running tomorrow’s race.
So just for one night, neighbour - shut your face!
Wed 18 Oct 2006
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