Tom Bell Poet Burlesque

My Neighbors

I complain a lot, I admit
well, maybe I have reason to,
at least at times
let me recap
my summation of life 
in this trailer park

redneck w pick up in plaid
(to my left)
to my right-the
parking lot pervert
to the north
exactly outside 
my only bedroom window
immediately to the right
of my head in bed
Community Meetings!!
they rarely start
before midnight
they discourse
on important subjects-
their val-pak coupons
save 20 cents!!!
and hold up
the line for 20 minutes!

or the stange handyman-
really a nice guy I guess
but always lookin for money...
and he sort'a looks
like a cross between
igor and Freddy
"Hambone" is his name
you ain't gonna find
any "Hambones"
in NYC,
that I can promise you...
yet I'd be lost without him
just get a bit annoyed when
he takes on chores sometimes
that were not
discussed with me-
and wants money
when I rarely keep
much home
(or anywhere else, for that matter)
and the mail!!
mail truck's arrival
bigger event everyday
then if Santa Claus
should land with deer
and sleigh

Oh, I'll just can it,
before I get carried away
(by the men in the whits coats?)
so enjoy your urban blues
and this country gentleman
will prevail
somehow.

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