way over there
across the street
are the bad neighbors.
the ones with the
pit bull and the
chevy nova still
up on blocks since
1979. it used to be
blue, but now is a
rusted red color,
and orange when
the sun swings
around to brighten
the view. i should
clarify, they aren't
truly bad, or bad
in the good sense
of the word bad, but
bad in a way, that
those who cut their
grass see things.
the occasional party
is fine, they invite
everyone, and the
fireworks that they
shoot into the air
three days before
the 4th are fine too,
as are the following
three days setting off
firecrackers. they
are fun people. they
are our neighbors and
i would give them
the shirt off my back,
that is if they wore
shirts. rusty and marge.
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