I live in the Disunited Nations:
The not-so-great wall of China divides
My bedroom from oriental dragons
Whose nightly roars I hear, though my head hides
Under covers, crusading for some sleep,
Cruel sadism of high-pitched laughs below
From the same voice that also bellows deep:
A Turk, his nightly revenge long and slow.
When both my neighbours work in restaurants,
It’s not just them - I’m up all night till dawn!
My mind is racing, though my body wants
A good seven hours sleep … I lie, forlorn.
I’m yawning as I type these tired thoughts,
And dreaming of suing them in the courts…
Tue 21 Nov 2006
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