Adaptation (A poem about city apartment life)

Not sure when I wrote this but I found it in my phone last night. So…

My next door neighbor got roaches so I got roaches
And rat traps because rats gotta be around the corner

The man upstairs gotta leak
Every time he take a leak
I get the pot ready for the drip
My kitchen smells like piss now

And burnt hair tobacco God knows what else and I don’t know
how them folks downstairs
ain’t burnt this damn saltine palace down yet

I used to bang on the walls
tap the ceilin with a broom handle and stomp with my boots on

Now I just turn the music up
And pay rent late

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