Upstairs Poem by maria goodison

My upstairs neighbor drunk again as I can clearly hear him falling over things.
I wonder if he really knows how paper thin the walls are
and that I have to start work 4: 00am even tough I do not
wish to pray in to that private life, but I can without a doubt
hear each word and silly shout.
How funny it is to hear him as he's clearly having a go at the
mot control or maybe it's his floor I honestly do not know as
I can feel the thumps threw the ceiling as down my walls.
The bathroom door, that gets the kick and I do believe he tried
head butted the door what a prat, why drink that much.
My upstairs neighbors  is very drunk as I'm watching him fling
his phone out the window I wonder how long before he relies he
should not of done that at all.
I grab my pillow that took me a year to brake in and try my best
to block the happy happy hardcore music out, as my cat come
and hides under my cover as the vibration is making my teeth
Sore.
My upstairs neighbors  is drunk again and has no respect for
any other person in my block.