Neighbours

NEIGHBOURS By the shores of schitsoprenia by the hulk Dementia prime Lived a lad and a lady who fought and argued all the time Curses vitriolic rattled down the street Another neighbour flogged his drums , a ponsie background beat By the slamming of the doors, did his mother mind Or was she just retreating to quieter space and time And the clouds of smoke do billow And she’s coughing puffin sweet Dementia is her master And a neighbours dogs on heat Don Johnson Neighbours hey? I put their wheelie bins out