Respect

Respect Terry was a decent man In his old fashioned way he was set. He was polite to all he knew And treated them with respect. Terry shared a hostel house After on hard times he fell He discovered in the room next door Was housed the neighbour from Hell. Music blaring at 3am Keeping Terry awake Three months he covered his ears Until no more he could take. Knocking on his neighbour's door He did not know what to expect All he wanted was the music turned down And to be shown some respect. Before him stood a man With drug crazed eyes. Alcohol fueled breath hit Terry head on As abuse spit out of the mouth. Terry’s pleas for respect fell Fell on deaf ears with a thud A complaint to the house care worker Was greeted with just a shrug. Then Terry met his friend Mick Who offered help with his plight. He said he would resolve the problem And would be around that night. Sure enough the music came Through the walls at the usual time. Mick said he would have a word With the chap from next door. Twenty stone of solid muscle Built like a ****-house made of brick. His face like it was battered by a train Not to be crossed was our Mick. He strode into the room Picked up the stereo with one hand. The neighbour stood open-mouthed As through the window it went. Onto the path two floors down The Man’s pride and joy smashed The fragments of the window which was shut Followed close behind with a crash. After Mick’s visit all was quiet And Terry had his sleep. His life has changed for the better. His own flat and a neighbour that shows respect. So if you live in a hostel Take heed of this tale and reflect. Think how your actions affect others And always show some respect.