The acorns have been bangin'
off the roof here day and
night for weeks now.

My faves are the ones
that dance through the
spokes of the bike
out back.

I had to move Vlad
the Impala farther
from the building
because it was
gettin' pelted.

That xit'll fuck up
resale value.

The asshole neighbors that lived above me moved out,
no more kids bouncing balls on the ceiling at 2am,
no more riding a big-wheel on wooden floors,
the silence is beautiful.

Good, I need
my beauty sleep.

I say that every time.
Then the next one moves in.