In my neighborhood Your hedge presses against my hedge In my dreams Your leg presses against my leg In my neighborhood People hate me In your mind You overrate me In my neighborhood ****** burns the sorrow With you There's always tomorrow
Neighbors are the worst They unquench Labors of thirst
They're also the best When it comes to people They're the rest
If you could do me a favor And not be my neighbor I need you in my house You're stuck in my head You're my louse
Then the neighbors foreclosed my home Morphing me into the roaming gnome Does a homeless man have neighbors? Like a wild dog With no bone to savor?
It just breaks my heart When people run each other off the road With their hate filled cart
In my mind the roadblock is your face Through the window I see the hate We'll use my roadblock to erase
Can be found in my self published poetry book βIcyβ. https://www.amazon.com/Icy-Andrew-Rueter-ebook/dp/B07VDLZT9Y/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Icy+Andrew+Rueter&qid=1572980151&sr=8-1