Good Old Neighbors
Memoirs of an Eccentric Man
Good Old Neighbors
Neighbors…
It’s 7 AM in the fucking morning.
Really?
Screaming and yelling…
Pure fucking chaos.
Who cares, who takes who to school!
Snot nosed little shits.
Just get the little fuckers there.
I need some pot.
Jesus … what the hell am I doing
Ear plugs!
Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Good old tune your ass out ear plugs.
Oh yeah, that a boy…
Rev that motor.
Get pissed … fucking snowflake.
Mamma’s boy.
Uh oh! here she comes…
Boy she’s pissed!
Hold on … she’s not wearing a bra under that robe.
Let me get a cup of coffee.
Antony King 2019
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Antony King
Antony King, a published poet from Eastern Kentucky. His work can be found in SpillWords, Rye Whiskey Review, and piker press to name a few. His books are available at B&N.com and Amazon.com
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