Rowdy neighbours...

Sleep easy,

I can hear you singing

soaked in alcohol,

not quiet but not clear.

I wish you'd turn it up,

blast it out, 

louder,

so I could hear

the cacophony

become fear

through sirens

and flashing lights.

~This was written a few nights ago at 3amish 'inspired' by loud, clearly inebriated, neighbours.