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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Sunday, 6 April 2014

Neighbour, neighbour.

Neighbour, neighbour.

Neighbour, neighbour,
# splash!
Neighbour, neighbour,
# splash!
Why do you pour your anger over me?

When I came to to your hood,
I remember your face was dark and gloomy;
you were uninviting and and clearly in a bad mood.
I then realised this was not a place for me to act shoddy.

"What to do? what to do?"
I asked myself having no clue,
So I baked a cake for peace sake,
thinking we could dine,
ayeh that wasn't a piece of cake.

Neighbour, neighbour,
# splash!
Neighbour, neighbour,
# splash!
Why do you pour your anger over me?

You the the cake to my face,
my pastry went to waste
in an absurd yet comic place,
I turned clown filled with white paste.

Neighbour, neighbour,
# splash!
Neighbour, neighbour,
# splash!
Why do you pour your anger over me?

So I forgot about you,
lived my life like I knew how to,
played Fùr Elise like I had learned to,
all night and day as if I sought pay.

"ding-dong, ding-dong,"
I asked myself who it could be,
and by the door, who knew it would be,
you in your sneakers and well pressed pants,
here to make me sweat as you blubber and rant.

Neighbour, neighbour,
# splash!
Neighbour, neighbour,
# splash!
Why do you pour your anger over me?

You complained about noise,
your spit embraced my nose,
you whined like you sought applause
you sounded like water out a hose..

Neighbour, neighbour,
# splash!
Neighbour, neighbour,
# splash!
Why do you pour your anger over me?

You called my landlord,
unlike you, he had no anger to unload,
you wasted spit then your fit went down the pit,
so I celebrated my independence for your lack of wit.

I pulled out my stove and placed it by the back yard,
sent out my invites allowing friends to my Asgard,
and by the clock of night you stood by on guard.
When BBQ smoke rose,you turned red like a rose,
and poured water over the chef and stove.

Neighbour, neighbour,
# splash!
Neighbour, neighbour,
# splash!
Why do you pour your anger over me?

The police came over,
turned the peaking fight over,
gave us time to cause hangovers,
and again, you, the sore loser..

Neighbour, neighbour,
# splash!
Neighbour, neighbour,
# splash!
Why do you wash your anger over me?

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