ode to my neighbour

he lives one floor below downstairs,
i listen to music he pulls out his hairs.
the heavy bass goes thump, thump, thump,
he hits the ceiling bump, bump, bump.
7 am was too early for him,
so was 9 and 10 and saturday night at 6:30 pm.
i don't think he likes the hits i play,
too bad i don't care anyway.
i want to be nice and do my best,
maybe i should yell down and take a request.
if the windows are shaking at 582 indian rd. apartment 2,
it may just be the red haired bass player living above you.