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Dear, dear Mr. Landlord, could we please change this lease?
I haven't stayed here for so long, and I'd love to buy some peace
The sounds of squawks and cooking pots
that clung to socks while going up the stairs
The tramping sounds of many feet
which track in water from the street
Something lurks within these walls
Slapback music shakes the hall
I'm curious as to find from where
this music comes at all
Slamming doors wrench me awake
I'm charged for calls I didn't make
My fridge filled up with moldy meat
and casseroles I did not bake
Loud one-sided conversations
choke my shattered concentration
Starved from any inspiration
as well as any sleep
________ stuck to my desk
concern the dealings of my guests
The smell of smoke and cheap perfume
I'm daily put unto the test