Apparently, I focused a lot of my bad poetry on my bedroom ceiling back in the day...
I hear giggling through the ceiling
One floor up a man and a woman lie
Having just come home from a night on the town
Or having just eaten dinner or just made love
And though I cannot hear the words, I can hear the tone
And it is sweet and full of love
And I am full of jealousy because you have such love and happiness
And at the same time,
I want to scream
SHUT UP! Don't you know you keep me up at night with that noise!?