Their baying canine starts too early to hear;
yaps emanate egregiously past the fence in the rear.
Of consideration for victims, they haven’t got a shard;
it’s my bad luck they’re behind my backyard.

Pests are a loathsome bane;
I wish they were a swamp I could drain.
They’re wrecking my home
with their mutt and shitty-music drone.

Bad neighbors—noise they got a lotta, to no end.
Oh, if I could have my way, they would all dry up and wither.
These clowns are never, ever gonna be my friends.

Crappy music with a crappy beat
is mistreating the ears of other victims on the street.
I suspect they might be tools
of an evil entity.
Their narcissistic solipsism leads to enmity.

Yes, they’re a loathsome bane;
I wish they were a bog I could drain.
These people are wrecking my home
with their mutt and crummy-music drone.

Bad neighbors—noise they got a lotta, and they send
their so awful aural offal around, hither and thither.
Loud louts are never, ever gonna be my friends.

An aural annoying bane (oh, what a bane),
causing me and other neighbors pain.
They’re drones that make drones.
I know they’re never gonna atone.

Bad neighbors—move away from here they oughta; then:
I and all my other neighbors would be free of their mixture
of mutt and “music”…would be a nice story end.