poem on the front door that i made

our neighbor across the hall, janeanne, is insane. she is really loud, really crass, and really really nosy. a busybody. pretty much have to deal with her at least once a day, whether in the hall or because she has knocked. greg says he is going to tell her that we are private people and don't really want her to bother us unless it's an emergency. but he hasn't yet. whenever she knocks or something we are paralyzed in fear and just want her to go away.

 

personally, i think she has a little somethin somethin going on at her place. be it drugs or slight bit of prostitution, i dont know. lots of men coming and going. it's gross really.

 

she also yells on her speakerphone all day. luckily you can really only hear it in the hall and slightly in the kitchen.

 

i hate janeanne. i wrote this poem our second day at the apartment.

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