November, 18th, 2023
Loud music coming from his next door neighbor's place
Indicates a handful of disgrace,
a culture of constant disrespect,
nothing more to expect
but unconscious misery.
It gets louder each day
Forces him to get the hell away
or else: a fist fight
in the middle of the night.
He'd be arrested right away
If he'd chosen such a pathway
Though he considered it many times
Beating the hell out of those who step out of line
And then behave as victims:
I pay the rent so this is mine!
I don't want to hear you whine
I know your face, you cannot hide
My music will be your demise!
I work every day so now I'll have some fun
I'll never listen to you unless you have a gun!
That's how things are run in our Motherland
Love it by force or leave it if you can!
Am I bothering you? Please! Don't bother
I've never got a complain from any other —
freak like you who enjoys the silence.
I can't shut it up unless by violence!
Our people love it, so you must love it too
Eat me, you punk, as I have my noisy barbecue!
