My brain is crushed by the
Pounding of the upstairs neighbor's
Children they don't control...
Their stomp, stomp, stomping and
Run, run, running has left
Impressions on my head where
Migraines unfold... I try to imagine that
It's just a mariachi band banda-ing
Their way through a full set - margaritas
In hand, playing faster and dancing quicker -
All inside my cranium!
Ay! yi! yi! yiiiiiiiii! Make it stop; por favor!
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