The Window and the Parking Lot

Tis 3 a.m., I lay in bed
Polar Co-ordinates run through my head
The life of the Multiple-Integral
making me dull

For some rest, I hit the sack,
silently, I lay on my Back
I hear the rain patter on my window,
Life is good, isn't it so?

Then doth come, the harbringer of Doom,
for through the rain, Thunder looms,
My math-dulled mind is slow to comprehend
the message the devil is trying to send

"for a moment", he says, "happiness you saw",
"now thou shalt gape into misery's maw",
Soon his meaning I got,
Why, oh Why, must my window face the Parking Lot.

I gaze out the window in fear,
back at me, the BMW leers.
through thunder's gentle rumble, he WAKES
and so my sleep, away he takes

and so it begins,
the awful din
the horrible noise of the car alarm,
it beeps, it whistles,
it crows, it sniffles
it shouts, it screams
punctures my dreams

At the car, I grin malevolently
with his flashing lights, he winks back at me
Cursing, and Cursing my horrible luck
I scream out in vain, "what the F***,
why oh why, must MY life suck."

I run to the hall, and shut the door,
and lie, trembling on the floor
I try and try to turn the other cheek,
but all I feel, is much to weak.

Again, though I try to dream,
Again the car begins to scream
As the BMW again starts to beep,
I turn my head and silently weep,

As I hear it's shrill mating call,
once more, I start to bawl,
I shout "Is that all you've GOT!!"
but inside I cringe,
and sigh;
Why, oh why, must My window face the parking lot.

Written in Extreme frustration,
Sanju
(at 4.am)