Third one this month, taped to the door in passive-aggressive cursive,
She read it, crumpled it, and said coercive,
Neighbors don’t get to dictate the volume of my orgasms,
She dragged me to the bedroom to close the chasms.
Between what they find acceptable and what she finds necessary,
She is not quiet and she is not sedentary,
She screams when she comes and she comes often and the walls,
Are thin enough to hear it in the halls.
The noise complaint, we have got a collection on the fridge,
The noise complaint, she will not bridge,
The gap between her volume and the expectations of polite society,
The noise complaint, her impropriety,
Is legendary in this building, every tenant knows the score,
The noise complaint, she screams for more.
She hit a note last week that cracked the wineglass on the shelf,
I am not exaggerating, by myself,
I would be quiet as a monk but she amplifies the act,
To frequencies that make the drywall crack,
She came so loud the dog next door started howling in response,
The noise complaint, she shows no nonchalance.
Management sent a letter saying further disturbances would result,
In action, she said the result,
Of trying to silence me will be a lawsuit and a louder fuck,
She cranked it up that night to prove the luck,
Of living next to her is hearing exactly what she sounds like at her peak,
The noise complaint, three times a week.