The people upstairs all practice ballet.
Their living room is a bowling alley.
Their bedroom is full of conductor tours.
Their radio is louder than yours.
They celebrate weekends all the week.
When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.
They try to get their parties to mix
by supplying their guests with pogo sticks.
And when their orgy at last abates,
they go to the bathroom on roller skates.
I might love the people upstairs who under us,
have instead of above us,
they just lived under us.
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