Noisy Neighbors


Ah, them noisy neighbors of mine!
Salsa, reggaeton, and rap,
they know that, and only that.
Driving me crazy is their objective,
I swear.
They celebrate every weekend,
like their mocosos have weekly birthdays;
'cause that's what they'll say
when you ask what the reason is
for the present soiree.
If you call to complain,
the noise gets louder;
and if, in desperation,
you take a chance with your life
and knock to set things square,
they pull you in as if you're invited,
and, of course, you give-in,
'cause, who can say no
to free food and beer?

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