by LB Preece 06 Nov 2016
Up again at ten past three,
I'm glad I've got my hammer with me.
It he doesn't turn that music down
I'll put it through his fucking crown.
I'm glad I bought that cotton wool,
even though I look a fool,
I wont have to hear that song again
the same one he's been playing since half past ten.
Has it stopped, did I nod off?
Oh no I can hear him bloody cough.
Is that the sun through my curtain?
Did I get any sleep? I can't be certain.
But I'm awake, bleary eyed
So exhausted I could've cried and
as I crawl out of my bed,
I wished I'd put that hammer through his head.