Forgetting the usual run of things

She'd sing as she worked

Looked up and down the street

Decided there was no retreat

And committed an act of petty vandalism - 

but enough to enrage the already angry man -

such a cocky racist, sexist, homophobic

twat of an excuse for a man,

she thought as she tidily shut the door

of her quietly terraced house.

She knew he had CCTV but she'd

stuck chewing gum over the lens

what was it her old dad used to say

don't let the bastards grind you down

get your retaliation in first.

She's hated her neighbour for over a year

since he'd borrowed a lorry to move his chattels

including kids and wife into old Mr Jones' home

and left it there for eight fucking days

while she had to drag her shopping and kids

from round the corner where she got nasty looks

from the old feller whose car-less house

she'd parked in front.

The world is full of cunts.