Going Bad

This blood red sunset

Reminds me of the mangos

Going bad on the counter

Their music so loud last night

I couldn’t sleep so I asked them

Nicely to turn it down

And instead they screamed obscenities

And called me names

I can’t repeat

Tonight when they’re good and drunk

I’ll sneak up from behind

Their hard rock blasting

And throw them into the trash

Double-knot the drawstring

And take the bag to the curb

Tomorrow’s not trash day

But some raccoons moved in nearby

And I want to get off on the right foot

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