Adjacent Psychos

Terence from the front unit
A gangster from days of yore
Now this furious presence just dropping by
Blurting accusations, threats and bile
His entertainment has been tearing thin of late
Nine Inch Nails driven right through the south wall
Those decibels humping in these ears
Choose to fuck me with rodent love
Terence, grinning savagely, shifts gears
Offers a fevered admonition
"You do realize that she's a slut"
Referring, of course, to the succubus next door
Not comprehending how long I've been waiting
So "keep the hell away from us" seems apt
Won't ruin an only prospect
Thus his delivery not condoned or accepted
And this door slams with little ceremony
Right in his face.