Your music is not my music
How can you think otherwise? An acrostic poem
Devastating sound from the second block
It started after 10 pm when others want to sleep
Shrill voices, drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes
The timing is wrong, there are other places in this city to do this drill
Ravage of my sensitive senses, slump of my perception
All activities for the day done, house cleaned, movie watched
Can you be quiet please? What have I done to deserve this?
There is no room for quarrels with partygoers; the housewarming party suddenly turned into a housewarning
I have to prepare earplugs once again to fight this
Overwhelming onslaught, onus overlooked by authorities
No matter how much you want to impose it, it will never work as your music will never be mine
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Mescaline Brisset
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