Other People's Lives (Poetry)

We do not want to hear their rows —
those screaming fits of pique
we have no wish to share their lives
week by week by week

They’ve brought a plague of senseless noise
we’re deafened by their din
we’ve had so little peace and quiet
since this chav crowd moved in

Those ugly voices kill the calm
till every nerve’s pulled taut
a dreadful tension fills the air
we’re tired and overwrought

We hate their antisocial ways
stress takes a bitter toll
a decent landlord would take heed
and send in pest control

With “Home Sweet Home” framed on our wall
it’s hard now to pretend
we will survive when truth to tell
we’re pretty near “Wit’s End”