The neighbor has a couple of children.
I would’ve never known
If it wasn’t for the little toy car
That they seem to put in full gear
Back and forth, in a 100-year-old home
That makes the pictures fall of the walls
Makes the floors shake with force
And you can hear the children scream
At 11 in the morning, at 11 at night
Children will be children, I suppose
But adults will also be adults
Which means toxically,
I’ll take my hammer
And I’ll pound on the wall
At 11 in the morning, at 11 at night
Nailing nothing, pounding everything
Those kids never had a chance
When they decided to move
Next door to such a gentleman

03/30/2010

Posted on 03/30/2010
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