The D! Cks Next Door Poem by King Happy

I've got neighbors,
impatient sensitive
neighbors
who pound on the walls
with every keystroke
of this poem.

It's hard to tell
who is keeping who
up.

Maybe I could go
and get a quieter
keyboard, but
then it will be
the mouse clicks
or a random sneeze,
or a cough
that sets off the
trigger

And they'll go
thump thump
all through the night,
and I will still type
my way
to a better life.

In heaven and in
hell,
we know
we deserve
it.