the fuckers from next door still play
their punk deep into the night, they still
fuck sixteen year olds at parties, they still
leave shattered glass all over the
front lawn even though it
never glitters in a nice way. i see them
looking at me through gaps
in the curtains, i see them looking
at me in the evening when the
light has faded but the streetlights haven’t
been turned on yet, i see them looking
at me from the depths of my
breakfast bowl from the depths of
the toilet bowl as i dispense
another sticky semen-apricot mess.
i see them looking at me as i sleep and
jerking off to the
idea of sleeping naked. little fuckers
brain invaders sleep-deprived piggies
waddling in the mud pretending to
be humans standing tottering
oinking speaking trying to
step up one step up the
evolutionary chain
