The people upstairs
Always have their TV on
After 10
We can always hear it
My dad gets mad every time
This time he blows
Hammer in hand
He climbs onto the sofa
and starts to bang on the ceiling
You can hear it ringing
The TV doesn't stop
He starts yelling
BE QUIET
But the response is thudding
Lots of them
Probably them kicking the floor
As hard as they can
I come out of my room
To stare at my dad
See him cursing under his breath
The hammer left black marks
On the white paint
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 10:12 PM UTC
The people upstairs
Always have their TV on
After 10
We can always hear it
My dad gets mad every time
This time he blows
Hammer in hand
He climbs onto the sofa
and starts to bang on the ceiling
You can hear it ringing
The TV doesn't stop
He starts yelling
BE QUIET
But the response is thudding
Lots of them
Probably them kicking the floor
As hard as they can
I come out of my room
To stare at my dad
See him cursing under his breath
The hammer left black marks
On the white paint
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