The Last House on the Right

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The Last House on the Right

Our Final Solution,
much better than that Nazi one,
was to play music much louder
than our neighbours.
They liked country music
and hymns
while I had Eddie Van Halen's
guitar pinned up
with a crucified Jesus
on the neck.
We played the Eastenders theme
on my brother's drum kit
every night
for forty five consecutive midnights.
My brother had been killed
in a car crash
but the neighbours moved out
and their house was destroyed.
Bulldozers. Turn it up.