by anonymous
Anime Girl by Max Pixel via maxpixel.net
There are 5 of us here
Flat 1, ground floor
The unfortunate block
Our beds are wedged between a carpark
Two roundabouts
And some sort of construction site
By the time the work is complete
I’ll have finished my degree.
It is no secret
That student accommodation
Is pretty shite
It can be testing
Living in this place
A city which gives a new meaning
To Fifty Shades of Grey.
Some sort of dystopian east coast nightmare
Wasteland
Makes me think that when Elliot wrote
“April is the cruellest month”
The lad obviously hadn’t seen
The onset of winter
In Aberdeen
Freshers’ Flu round two
No way is that essay already due
Give me Domino’s deals
And Unidays discounts
To get me through
Come back to my place, my space
The faded rucksack,
The single cupboard stocked with Super Noodles packs
A chipped cup drying on the rack
Make yourself at home
I know I’m certainly trying to
Let me grab you something to drink
I have a bottle of cheap Echo Falls
And half the fridge shelf
All to myself
Why don’t you come up and see me sometime
My flatmates keep to themselves
And I’m sure they won’t mind
You’ll see what I mean
Bed against the exposed brick
So thin
Some nights
I think I can hear somebody else’s breathing
Some nights
Lights out, curtains drawn
I think I can hear hentai through the walls
Simon
Simon is at it again
Simon next to me, Room B
Who must be feeling
Equally lonely, Simon
I mean it when I say
There’s no shame
We’re all the same, Simon
You’re not alone
You’re just the only person
Not using earphones
What the fuck, Simon
It’s 2017
Don’t get me wrong
I’m not judging
Nor pretending
I’ve never encountered
Questionable scenes with tentacles
And Japanese teens
But right now the only thing
I want to see going down
Is your volume button,
Simon
Who always leaves a mess in the kitchen, Simon
Who never even says good morning, Simon
That squealing and squeaking,
Your bedframe creaking
That awful, awful
Damp slapping noise
Of Simon’s skin
Thudding through my walls
Closing in, Simon
This is the fourth time this week
You’ve woken me up
Beating your meat
To Busty Manga Maids 3
You have gone too far this time
I am taking a stand against your
Late night
Shenanigans
(Though we both know early morning, mid afternoon
And evening
Are also special/ busy times for you)
No longer shall I roll my eyes
And sigh
Hide under the bedsheets
Or retreat to the library
Simon needs to see
How it feels to be me
Trying to sleep
When the walls are vibrating
With shitey cartoon pornography
Tonight
Simon is going to get a taste of his own medicine
Tonight
I’m going to bring the house down
With feminist erotica from the seventies
