Pain in the arse people

always have enough time

to make your life a misery

living close by.

 

They know by instinct

honed to perfection

that you're fair game

it's natural selection

 

and if you're foolish enough to complain

they'll simply go on raising their game

to put the screws on

your peace of mind

 

with barking dogs,

monstrous music,

the entrails of engines lying about,

their faces branded 

with hieroglyphics 

that nobody gives a shit about.

 

They exist on the frontier stage of revolt

in their own sweet natural way,

and sure as fate

more little ones arrive

to carry the curse

and your reason away.