the wind blows
whispering through the leaves
what is it whispering
damned if i know
maybe something about that couple next door
that are always fighting
every day
every bloody day
they never shut up
yelling and screaming
keeping me awake at night
SHUT THE FUCK UP
OR
I'M CALLING THE COPS
the wind blows
whispering through the leaves
fucking neighbours
YOU ARE READING
200 Poems (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
PoetryA challenge to write 200 poems between November 1 - December 31, 2016. Please support the others who have accepted this challenge. Follow them at #200poemchallenge. (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
