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I have a neighbour upstairs ,
And they can be loud.
At night, in the morning,
How can one person make so much sound?
They’re always upstairs,
They just never leave ,
Not for work, not for sleep,
The noise has no reprieve.
What’s strange is I live in a house,
There’s no one above me.
The neighbour isn’t real; never was,
But how can that be?
I know I have neighbour, Even if they don’t exist.
I want to admit they’re not there,
But I can’t, I must resist.
I have a neighbour upstairs,
Whether you believe me or not.
I know they shouldn’t be,
But I guess that’s my lot.
So they’re up there now,
Banging away.
And I have no choice but to listen,
All night and all day.
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Conor Matthews
Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews
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