Forgive Me for not Having Had You Over

Except for the fact that you took the lovely
Field which was beside our house, and dug
Up the grass, and cut down the trees, and then
Built a house which is gravely unsightly,
And never quite finished, so I'm always
Hearing the sounds of buzzing saws
And scrapping shovels, nail guns
And tractors and Mexican music, I don't
Object to you being my neighbors.  You're
Fine.  Like a toothache, you're fine.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-08-02 at 22:14

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Sameen
What a killer last line. Shit, man you made me spill my drink
2022-08-05


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
And haven't we all been there - in some form or other? At least ours was a rental property, that is now being refurbished at huge cost after the 'tenants' wrecked it.
2022-08-03


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Another gem of a poem, Lawrence.
Don't I know that feeling! I empathize with that having had a similar experience. Thankfully at a previous house!
Allen
2022-08-02