why did you act unfavourably
have you the swagger to confess?
your duplicity baffles me
despicable street light antics
illicit ninja left us frantic
demons in urban corporate dress.
you cursed us; judging and doubting
oozing thoughts of unpleasantness
usurped after work, we searched, scouting
sucky little ugly goblins
talk about a suburban problem
exterminate from our address.
apprehensive anonymity
lingers like shadows of stress
out of the cracks of the city
unearth a convoluted game
really though, what you did was lame
back, put it back, this isn’t chess.
in the book, look for trustworthy
note, it’s called being neighbourly.
Charlie Ann Alford 