My brother and his lover are a pain,
That sets upon my brow a weary frown.
I swear that if they go at it again,
I'll grab the nearest gun and shoot them down.
The yearning looks and sighs were bad enough;
Furtive touches, stolen kisses, quite the show.
But now it seems that they both like it rough,
And this I really did not need to know.
A pillow only drowns out half the noise.
The walls are thin; alas, my poor bed shakes.
And it is hard to hide that it annoys,
When I've heard every moan my brother makes.
Still, if he's happy, silence I will keep.
And just resign myself to losing sleep.