busybodies might help catch criminals
if they write down every type of car and license plate
parked on their block and the blocks around their blocks
it would be helpful too if they jotted down the drivers descriptions
they could then be elevated from arm chair detectives….
to real detectives.
I would be the first in line
if I had any neighbors
which I do not.
None close anyway
Deep breath in,
Deeper breath out.
There are no crowds.
There is nobody.
Crowds are unavoidable:
The ebb and flow of busybodies
Moves with and against you
Like a cluster of active cells.
Deep breath in
Deeper breath out.
Picking skin, exposing pink flesh beneath,
Shakes that won't subside.
Desolate high streets that,
Once upon a time, flourished
With people as their bright green leaves,
Now fall barren and edging death.
Deep breath in,
Deeper breath out.
It's freer now. It's quieter now.
The shakes subside.
Watching dragon's breath billow out
In the middle of an empty car park,
Muttering and humming to oneself
Without fear of being noticed.
Deep breath in,
Deeper breath out.
It's unusual; we all do unusual things
When we feel free.
The nighttime that once seemed frightening
Is now an inviting presence
That envelopes your insecurities
And shadows them from the world.
Deep breath in,
Deeper breath our.
There are no crowds.
There is nobody.
I want to be a hermit,
Live a life without permits;
No whiny pompous fools,
No busybodies spouting rules,
No evening nightly news
Telling me the proper views
By which I should live.
I long to be a hermit,
I don't need anyone to confirm it.
A life alone need not be solitary
With faeries in the boxberry
And forest friends to visit,
While Pixies in white-flowered privets
Entertain me with mischievous fun.
The bare bear barely bamboozled beleaguered befuddled bystanders.
They’re there for a reason, I chastised the bear.
Hoping their backpacks did not have food.
For we all know that this would be an overwhelming lure for a bear.
Especially a bare bear who briefly blows up butterfly balloons for busybodies.
I hope this is not too much information but I wanted you to be aware
Because there is not any more room
Hell’s bells knell if online love I accommodate
On Instagram, Twitter and Facebook
In moments driven by exhilaration to promote
A fad that’s all the rage online depending on which romance book
Tickled my fancy last weekend
When bored with brick and mortar love I thought I could sample
The new romance culture and mend
My revulsion for it and kick a new propulsion system into motion in ample
Time to make a boldness statement
Driven by the will to satisfy my faltering ego
Whose bleak romance testament
Derided and paraded as pathetically shallow by the id and superego
As primitive in its outlook
Too pensive in its approach
Needs a thorough overhaul in the hook and look
To which it clings regardless of what any romance cockroach
Brings to the table
In the wake of new manners
That render romance less stable but more able
To spring a surprise or two if in romance works no busybody throws spanners.
The city park bench
Busy city, busy people, busy life
Privacy unattainable even when you strife
Busybodies around meddling everywhere
Privately aiming to muddle every affair
Yet they find peace in this location
Their love unrestrained by commotion
In the midst of chaos and foul stench
A love nest is built on a public bench
Encircled by noise yet they speak softly
People scampering yet they sit calmly
Hand in hand, innocently as if in paradise
Regardless of brutes present to jeopardize
Engrossed by each other’s company
Spontaneously crossing legs in synchrony
Unmindful of the stench from the adjacent trench
Sitting comfortably on the rusty metal bench
Dear old Jim and Lil,
Have caused quite a stir;
Who would have thought,
Their love would occur;
You see old Jim and Lil,
Fell in love at eighty nine;
When at the old age home,
Their hearts did entwine.
Yet it's a great friendship,
That others are trying to quell,
Now the busybodies,
Are trying to make their life hell;
" They say, when we meet,
Doors must be kept open wide -
For heavens sake! " says Jim,
" We've got nothing to hide!
But we'd sure like our privacy,
Away from this mob,
Who our friendship of dignity,
Is trying to rob."
Yes, their love has certainly,
Caused a lot of fuss;
As the old gossips,
Have nothing else to discuss.
" We're only pals " cries Lil,
In a great deal of distress;
" It's digusting behaviour!"
Cries frigid old Bess;
"We're not running a brothel,
It won't get to that stage!"
Say's the haughty Mrs Sibson,
Declaring the neighbours,enraged.
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