bricks through the window

the woman

down the street, the mayor

of our

cul de sac,

the brown shirt

who goes by the name

of Becky,

tells me to take the blue

and white

Christmas

lights out of my window.

i know what you're

doing, she says,

you're making a political

statement,

you're taking a side

aren't you?

well,  we'll have none of

that here on this block,

on my watch.

now unplug those lights

and get some real Christmas

lights,

or you're going to get

fined by the board everyday

until they're out,

and or a brick

through your window.

do hear me, little mister?