i most distrust my savage neighbor
when everything is quiet on his side of the wall
i fear that i'm losing control
when there is no place for me to direct my anger

i turn up my music
to test his will, if he is there
reclining in his ridiculous silk underwear
eating leftovers from some far eastern cuisine

there was a time we had a connection
through a blond easy-going friend of mine
but like all weak relations, we were destined to realign
into a polite friendship, or in this case, a hatred of an ideological sort

and for the blissful souls that may find comfort
in dismissing my childish ways
i modestly beg you to cherish the days
of your existence without such troubles