A POEM - THE COMMON HOTEL FIGHT

THE COMMON HOTEL FIGHT
The first thing somebody does
When they’re sleeping in the room
next door to your room,
when you’re being too loud,
blasting music or shouting and fighting,
is bang on the wall.
I’ve always found this funny,
Because the only thing
that makes me wanna do,
Is bang back harder,
louder and much meaner.
And so I do,
And then they bang back,
And there we go,
Some little war started again,
Between rooms in a hotel,
Between two different types of people,
Who keep different hours,
And enjoy different volumes of music,
Maybe different types of music, too.
But that’s all there is in this world,
Little wars going on between people,
With separate systems of belief,
Separate ideologies,
Separate gods and whatnot.
And it’s a beautiful world to live in,
If you’re like me,
And you enjoy fighting and yelling,
And especially banging on walls
Of people you’ve never met,
And will most likely never see.