Nosy Bee
The silent neighbor is me,
especially at night,
when they fight,
I stay out of it
just being polite
and not a nosy bee;
those bruises the kids had,
they swore they fell,
not my fault,
not my responsibility
to report,
just being polite;
and not a nosy bee;
when their mother
broke her arm,
her screams;
I say, I did not hear,
the stereo was up,
or I was looking the
other way,
just being polite,
and not a nosy bee;
yes the screaming goes on,
deaf is me
just being polite
and not a nosy bee.
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