They moved in ten years ago,
seems like yesterday.
Two children later,
one dog less,
they’re moving on
to pastures new.
Urban living doesn’t meet
the need to park
three cars together.
We should know, being
in the same situation.
It can be a long walk
to the house,
if you’re working late,
and it’s bowling season.
Ever feel trapped at home,
‘cos there’s a rugby game on?
There’s a pub across the road;
regulars park their car
for the weekend.
Can’t they get a fucking bus,
instead of taking my space
while I’m at work?
Fantasy of a driveway
keeps me awake at night;
I wonder if their tyres
were slashed maybe
they’d think twice next time,
take some hassle free exercise.
As my neighbours depart
to their new abode,
I hope the new guy
has only one car-
that’s two more spots for us.
Passing acquaintances,
they come and go.
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