Fighting Neighbours
War started when you messed with us
Fighting Neighbours
You moan at us for the banging doors,
we however say nowt about your barking dog.
You reported our television sound too high,
you play loud music, keep us up all night.
Your little vendetta has to cease,
it’s you and your family breaking the peace.
You act the saint in broad daylight,
then start your noise again by night.
We bite our tongues, we let things slide,
Oh there’s a limit and we’ve stepped aside.
So keep your stares, your petty games,
we’re done with whispers, done with names.
You’ve stirred the pot one time too many,
and now you’ll find we’re not that friendly.
By the way, we in return reported you
for selling drugs to God knows who.
So watch your back when selling your smack…
Maybe not, you will get the crack.
Comprehend-a, my friend?
You mess with me, You will suffer my wrath.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
The trouble is, you can never pick your neighbors. I had a neighbor who put a wind chime in a tree right outside our bedroom. When I asked him if he could move it because it kept us up at night, he put three more in the tree!