Why Robert Frost Left The Bronx (Stopping By My Apartment On A Snowy Evening) Poem by Once upon a toilet wall

Whose apartment this is
I think I know.
She's inside making noise though.
So she will not see me stopping here
next to her door so very near

I give my bat a gentle shake
to make sure there is no mistake,
then pound that door with all my might
for keeping me up every single night!

I stagger down to my apartment below
thinking I'l sleep and forget my woe
and then it comes right through the walls
ROCK N ROLL like cannonballs!

The basement stinks
but its dark and deep,
Perhaps at last I'l get some sleep
but hours to go before i dream,
hours to go of counting sheep.

Tell me! Is this what life is all about?
Is it really time that I moved out!
At least it's certain when I die

It'l be a sound proof coffin in which I lie! ! ! !