Neigborhood

what’s the deal with nosy neighbors
peeping-toms, and psychopaths?

what crime have we committed
to beget their neverending wrath?

well, of course, aside from looking über-sexy in a thong
but that’s on them for spying
for you see, we have done nothing wrong

is their daily routine so bereft of things that they might do
to occupy their idle hands and bid the devil’s plans adieu?

or is it far more likely
that the truth is of a darker nature

huddled in their chambers scrawling litanies neath dwindling tapers

summoning presumptions amid scenes of sordid ceremony

passively aggressing their egregious errs of sanctimony

leaving one to shudder when imagining their true intentions

manifested by the impetus
of grave misapprehension

always is their ire aware
conspiring to construct illusions

culled from inane ennui
and hyperbole of such minutiae

on the hour
up to the minute
their rote resolve will not diminish

diligent recalcitrants oblivious to their own menace

growing more contemptuous with every peal of pompous laughter

pushing past the precipice
that separates the here and after

verily reducing us
to fodder for their vapid prattle
casting grand aspersions with an ardor apt for epic battle

critiquing our shower singing,
bathing naked ‘low the sun,
practicing new pole maneuvers,
pumping iron with glistened buns

it’s okay, we understand
they just can’t help but be insipid

static in their lack of life
resenting those of us who live it

how pathetic can one be
to spend their time defaming others

funny, that despite their claims
it’s their minds skulking in the gutter

let’s be honest
what is “hate”
but fervid love thought unrequited

if you love us, let it show
there ain’t no point in tryna hide it!