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Fortunately, where I live, entertainment is free.
Neighbors always sparring back and forth. 
Through layers of blistered clapboard poverty...
One time they really tied one on; he was barking incoherently. 
She volleyed back, calling him "Mr. Teeny Weeny."
Afterwards there was nothing but a hard silence.
I hadn't laughed like that in a long, long while.

Just last fall, a father and son were in front of my house. 
Knives in hand, ready to carve each other into bloody clowns.
I didn't call the cops; I just watched in silent awe. 
Wide-eyed and waiting for the scythe to fall.

There's no future in being the neighborhood snitch.
Unfortunately, both of the clowns stumbled away and lived.

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