Weekly Creative Writing class

[staceyv]

These people that have moved upstairs
Can never just sit still,
They're always moving, banging, yelling,
Why can't they just chill?

If they're not moving, banging, yelling,
They're Screwing, and I swear
They vaccum every single day
Of every friggin year.

The girl, she moans, the guy he shouts,
They re-did the floors and that CRAP,
That no good excuse for music spills out
It'll be my last straw- Yes, I'll snap.

Boom, shaka laka boom, boom, shaka laka boom
Who LISTENS to this? I couldn't even if you paid me,
Boom shaka laka boom, boom thrashing through my room,
Oh God, someone, please come sedate me.