Into my garden
So it looks like
A crisp packet graveyard.
Some people like to carry umbrellas
So fucking big
You could live under them.
And try to poke your eye out
With the spokes.
Some people like to park their car
So close to mine
I can't open the fucking door
I HATE that
Inconsiderate fools
Some people think it's cool
To show their arses out the back window
Of a bus
Returning from a football match
Idiots.
Some people smile at me sweetly
as they pass in the street
and make me feel wonderful
For the rest of the day.
