My Ignorant Neighbour
A nasty little man he is.
My Ignorant Neighbour
My ignorant neighbour
he rots in his own shadow
calls himself king
yet rules only rubbish and weeds
He struts with his chest puffed
like a cock bird on broken legs
his breath stinks of lies
his eyes crawl with spite
He thinks he is gods gift
but even hell would spit him out
a hollow skull
rattling with nothing but noise
The street laughs behind his back
a crown of mould sits on his head
his throne is a cracked step
his kingdom a yard of filth
One day his tongue will choke him
one day his pride will burn him
and when he falls
not a soul will bother to look
no one will help him get up
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