I Do Not Know My Neighbours Poem by Francis Duggan

I do not know my neighbours and they do not know me
And they are not people I often do see
But they have their loud parties on saturday night
And in the small hours of sunday I hear them quarrel and fight.

One must suppose that's what dysfunctional friendships are about
They have their big parties sing, laugh, quarrel and shout
And play their loud music till sunday morning after four
Without sparing one thought for those trying to sleep next door

On sunday hung over from the effects of the beer
Not even a sound from their home does one hear
In headaches and nausea in over-indulgence they pay
Youth must have it's fling some have been known to say.

Till the small hours of sunday their partying does keep me awake
And no course of action about it I do take
Of their drunken aggression I am all too aware
And the loud noise that they make I feel obliged for to bear.

Know them by sight only and them don't often see
And they seem quite happy for to ignore me
On saturday till the small hours of sunday for eight hours or more
They play their loud music the young people next door.