The fellow heard the music playing
And still, chose to sleep through it
And when the neighbors turned it up
He decided to avoid complaining
But they were assholes
He was not
They chose their actions
He suffered
When he left the next day for work
So sleepy, so tired
He could not focus
His foot slipped off the pedal
Crashing through the front room
Condemning the asshole partiers
To a sort of self caused doom
