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Trash Talk

They hang out all day,

Ain't got no plans,

With nothing to do,

And time on their hands.

 

In everyone's business,

All over town,

Just talking trash,

To bring them down.

 

Talk more trash,

Later on the phone,

When they should be out,

Takin' care of their own.

 

They only go out,

For a free meal,

Too **** lazy,

To go out and steal.

 

Ain't got no job,

Ain't got no pay,

They just keep talkin',

With nothin' to say.

 

People so petty,

It's hard to believe,

That they actually,

Live and breed.

 

Sitting on the steps,

With nothing better to do,

But you better watch out,

They're talkin' about you.

 

09-28-10.

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Written by
alan-w-jankowski
American
Published
Jan 2, 2012
Lines·Words
29·112
Notes

This one was inspired by my neighbors and done with a bit of humor...I think we all have neighbors like this, eh?

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