18 - Neighbours

Yeah, I bet, I bet your neighbours love you. 
I bet they do. Bet they can’t stop thinking
Or wondering ‘bout everything you do,
Bet they wish you’d drown from too much drinking.
They don’t love you like I do, not a chance. 
I’ll chuck vomit at the thought of you nude
Then I’ll wipe my lips and ask you to dance.
I hate you, cunt, I adore you and brood. 

Serpent, are you? All scaled sharp and green,
Harsh tongue, stone heart, a perfection unseen.

I’ll hope and pray they end you, your neighbours,
I hope it’s quick. I hope a speeding bus
Renders you smeared, it’d save the labor
- It would, there’s no room there to discuss.
From ‘cross a street I spy your burning blind,
The lives you’re ruining by living yours,
Have you fed them today, O mother kind?
I have faith in you, but there is no cure.

Slit-eyed snake, split tongue and fated alone
Snuffed candle embers still smoke under the stone.