For my loud upstairs neighbor

 

POEM FOR MY LOUD UPSTAIRS NEIGHBOR 

 © Donna Hébert, 4/18/10, all rights reserved

 

Upstairs the rude boy 

plugs in his electric guitar

Disturbs my peace for hours

Threatens me when I complain

Thinks he is full of talent 

the world will beat a path to

 

I listen for as long as I must

Slap headphones on my ears

so I can write, 

even through his noise

Content myself that talent 

is most assuredly NOT what he is full of . . .

 

Say silently, through the ceiling,

“It would be wise for you 

to retain your current employment . . .”