Neighbourly
I don’t care who lives next door
I don’t like their airs and graces
I don’t know their names for sure
I don’t really know their faces
When the postman leaves a parcel
When he asks me for assistance
I remind him it’s my castle
Let next door keep plenty distance
Being neighbourly? I scotch it
First it’s sugar, then the mower
Neighbourhood Watch? I say, watch it
Mind my back, my name is Noah
I don’t like all this community
I’d have their land in a trice
Gaza is an opportunity
Jerusalem’s not very nice
One is Sunni, one is Shia
One is Christian, one a Kurd
One is farther, one is near
I don’t understand a word
I don’t care what cost or price is
I just want my perfect plot
I am Taliban or Isis
Are we innocent or not?
Last night President Obama’s
Friends came calling with a drone
I don’t care for his pyjamas
Leave me to take what I own
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