The Weekend

Not the performer but his song.

Since no one wants to listen I will put it in a poem.

The lady across the streets mouth is releasing foam.

The neighbor next to her directly across the street,

works for the court like my sister.

Isn't that neat?

The neighbor next to her handles the taxes for the county.

You think it's a coincidence I have all these government employees around me?

The guy next to him has a waste management corporation.

Address connected to a Marilyn location.

They are having a party now all loud in the street but when I hit the door,

I can't hear a thing.

They pass my dog around, my sister stole her.

Could it get better?

Remember I told you that they all work together?

They yell at her she's barking but I don't know from what house.

I can hear everything I am quiet as a mouse.

How long could one person take this without feeling fear?

I have been dealing with this over a year.

They all think it's funny. Think it's all pretend..

God told me to stay put. It's coming like the weekend.

PATRICIA A. MANIACI