Aroused
It's 6:14 a.m.
The couple in the upstairs
apartment are fucking
I'm afraid the ceiling is going
to cave in and they are going
to land on top of me
Perhaps I'll make them
a spot of coffee made from
my Keurig Kahlua cups
Their bed sounds like someone
is turning a rusty screw
They are screwing, but not
with a screwdriver unless you
consider my neighbor's penis
a type of screwdriver
His wife's labia are 2x4's
and he's working feverishly
to bind the wood together
Together they are playing
with wood
Maybe they are building
a deck with which to have
summer parties and barbecues
where they are surrounded
by Samoan tiki torches
I bet the Tiki god would
get a kick out of watching
them offer their fucking
as a sacrifice to his tikiness
Now I have a headache
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