On My Last Nirvana

Dear First-Floor Yoga Studio Tenants:
Is it really necessary for you to make so much outside noise to find inner peace? Aren’t your own heartbeats sufficient percussion? I find it curious that you continue to disturb my peace on the quest for your own.
In addition, when you hose off the sidewalk in front of your door, would it hurt you to make sure you don’t drench your neighbor’s newspaper that’s waiting for him on the step just outside his?
How is it that even with a “third eye”, you somehow still can’t see what’s going on in the real world outside yourselves?
Wishing you all dead,