Too tired to sleep last night, then the neighbour’s
Usual early Sunday noisefest wrecked
What short rest I’d fought for for several hours
And finally bought so dearly. Some sect
That teaches against lie-ins, I expect
And he’s the high priest of their Salford church
His services one floor below connect
His fervent visions with my own that lurch
From dream to dream, but get knocked off their perch
By his human cockerel act. Oh, for powers
Of eviction, papers all served correct
With instant effect. This I must research
On Google, and hand to him the Flowers
Of Evil in his bawdy lair, Semtexed.
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