Whose apartment this is, <br />I dam well know. <br />She's busy making noise though. <br />So she will not see me stopping here <br />next to her door so very near. <br /> <br />I give my bat a gentle shake <br />to make sure there is no mistake, <br />then pound that door with all my might <br />for keeping me up every fucken night! <br /> <br />I stagger down to my apartment below <br />thinking I'l sleep and forget my woe <br />But then it comes right thru the walls <br />'Jefferson Airplane' like cannon balls! <br /> <br />The basement stinks but it's dark and deep <br />Perhaps at last, I'l get some sleep <br />and dream of somewhere quiet and nice <br />while I toss and turn to shake off lice. <br /> <br />TELL ME! Is this what life's about! <br />Is it really time that I moved out. <br />At least it's certain when I die, <br />It'l be a sound proof coffin in which I'l lie! ! !<br /><br />who gives a dam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-robert-frost-left-the-bronx-stopping-by-my-apartment-on-a-snowy-evening/
