EPTSuch an enchantment my neighbors have cast:
Never a moment is dull.
Decades go by, and they scream and they blast
Hideous sounds, which for music have passed,
Sledgehammers bashing my skull.
Parties and arguments ring through the air
From that inimical tribe:
Migraines and sleep deprivation; despair.
“Thou shalt not murder” – dear God, is that fair?
All I can do is imbibe.
Suddenly, zerglings run down from the hill,
Mutalisks screech in the skies,
Out of all crevices hydralisks spill,
Etching with acid the Overmind’s will,
Hissing envenomed goodbyes.
Choppers, each seeking a newsworthy gaze,
Shatter, colliding with scourge,
Setting the buildings below them ablaze.
Neighbors, like hens minus heads in the haze,
Scream their own funeral dirge.
Burn them! Demolish the things they hold dear,
Monsters from video games!
Rip through their sanity’s thinning veneer;
I shall observe it and guzzle my beer.
May it all rot in the flames.
